Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they bitch
you got niggaz that just 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 pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse One:
Now trick Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't know and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they 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, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
from Bad Boys 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 for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (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 on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,
Now rule the world, even though I'm young
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't put they faces (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 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 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 money I
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so much in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
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, 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 conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone with him
and frankly (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 real for you
Yeah them niggaz why you mad son!
them niggaz 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 been 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 play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, 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 come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(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 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 hundred miles an
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please from the foul language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...