Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always they 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 a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
Verse Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not your back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
Hoes I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they 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 that be (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
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
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
money 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 days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
w/ slight modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta 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 messages we'll be back with
the Mad and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it
And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he brought someone with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
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 recognizin all new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the 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 family 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 swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up and shit

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