Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for reason
You got that don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with bitch
Then you got niggaz that just like me
You know, the, P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of don't make hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we

Verse One:

Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got plans to get my and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff

Been the world and I I I
And we playa hated [say what?]
I don't know and I don't why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our drop [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!

Verse Puff Daddy

I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami's and drive her loca
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'

It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toe

Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's there so much in the world?
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Radio from B.I.G.'s album continued:

OK after these we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you this
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he someone else with him
and frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, be I be I been
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no producer neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...