Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't me
You know the those P.H.D.
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 niggaz don't 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
Verse Mase
Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got to get my Land and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: by Notorious B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I know when and I don't know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: 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 that 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
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show 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, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm (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 come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a 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 ride far, packed five in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
w/ slight modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
line 2, We been playa hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's there so much in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s 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
We'll get you 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 still pretty mad
But, time he brought someone else 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 it real 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)
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 don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no producer neither
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My hipped 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 oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm this nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
that youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin nigga video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to refrain the language)
the car two hundred miles 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!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
What of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...