Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
You got niggaz that like me for whatever reason
You got that don't wanna see me rich
You got that's mad cause I'm always 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 don't make hits
But it's like this Bad Boy shit
we to bring 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 girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, lick her low, the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
Drive with the that be thirty-five percent
Hoes I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't know when and I don't why
Why they want us [ahehe]
I know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or I drive [uhh, 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, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak show
How they came in a (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
ridiculous, how you put your lips on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with 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 all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (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 and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I drive I'm a star, little
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)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Why they want us hated!
5, Puff: Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's so much jealousy in the world?
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you through
Take a sip of water, breath, that'll do it
And welcome as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've been with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this time he someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real for you
Yeah 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, Iiiiiii be I be I
I been, I been here for the culture,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we play that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, calm down)
That nigga be on bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do that shit, word,
He no real producer neither
And then to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit 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? That's the shit that me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga video
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin 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 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 for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...