Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got that 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 always they bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you I pop a lot of shit but I back it up though
see it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make 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 Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That ain't what do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't know when and I don't 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 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 swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, 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 lips on
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the macaroni with the

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
I die, hope I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
all on the corner scream, 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)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
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!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Puff: Why they us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking while B.I.G.
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s continued:
OK after these messages we'll be with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Trevor Jones and I'm in
I've been conversing the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone 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 them 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!
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 that new shit
Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, 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 come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin nigga video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car goin two hundred an hour
WHERE THE IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin
What kind of shit,
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...