Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that don't like me
You the those 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 niggaz don't make
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
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 that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand this
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
around the world and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!
Verse Puff Daddy
I was in one bedroom, dreamin of a (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women 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 cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, kids
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after messages 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 through
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it simple for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
em why you mad son, word up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture,
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 that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please 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 me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit 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 this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

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