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 don't 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 those P.H.D.
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 to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse One:
Now trick what? who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
sung 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 know why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Puff
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 women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
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 must be
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
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: Puff Daddy,
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung 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 new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We ride far, packed five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
line 3, Why?
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/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
there so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK these messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you this
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
them niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, word up, 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
the shit that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like that
nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(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, refrain from the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...