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 cause I'm with they bitch
you got niggaz 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 it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of don't make hits
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we come to it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, never 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 honies with fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, leave without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we playa hated [say what?]
I don't when and I don't know why
Why they want us faded
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or I drive [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Puff Daddy
I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in houses, cream to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm
I make it my biz to see that all come (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you roll, break a hundred out the toll
w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages we'll be back
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been conversing with the Mad (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we do that shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the 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)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
that 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 have 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 that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...