Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got niggaz that don't like me for reason
You got niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm with 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 whole Bad Boy shit
we come to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox,
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both
Cop says, 'OK, my tint 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 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 hated [say what?]
I don't when 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 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, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
you got some hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak 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, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni 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 from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare 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, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We ride far, packed 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 couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, 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 ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages we'll be with
the Mad and his brother the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you through
a sip of water, deep 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 still mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even (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 them why you mad son!
Tell niggaz why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
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, 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 neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped 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 shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(I'm gonna to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
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...