Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm with they bitch
Then you got that just don't like me
You the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see it's a a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your Boo, not behind your back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a dime
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I honies with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been hated [say what?]
I don't know when and I don't why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: 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, in tenements
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you for, let the freak show begin
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
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, 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
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
all on the corner scream, my car!'
It was days be fly, now I'm in a T.I.
Come in clubs B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after these messages we'll be with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
We'll get you through
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's still mad
But, this time he someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma it real simple 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)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell em why you mad son!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all that new shit
Yo we play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no producer neither
And then come to find out
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a oriented show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This dancin in the rain with kids climbin 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 two hundred miles an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...