Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of niggaz don't make
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse One:
Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got plans to get my and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I know when and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Puff
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must 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
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, 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 niggaz wouldn't dare put they (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's so much jealousy 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 just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz 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 recognizin all that new shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He no real producer neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the 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? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

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