Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got that's mad cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got that just don't like me
You know the P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of but I back it up though
see a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't know and I don't know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: 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, in tenements
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show begin
How came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't 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 Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami and drive a low-ride
We never far, packed five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was days 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
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Show 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 through
Take a sip of water, 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 conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
t-t-t-t-t-tell them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, 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 new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And then come to 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)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a oriented show)
That's the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids 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 to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please from the foul language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...