Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever
You got niggaz that don't see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad I'm always with they bitch
Then you got that just don't like me
You know the those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz make hits
But it's 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 One:
Now what? Lace who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of that'd love to replace you
you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggaz talk shit, we mind that
Funny, never find that, Puff a stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
hoe, lick 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 both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
sung by Notorious B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated [say
I don't when and I don't know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I know why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
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 to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes well nigga, 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
hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right there girlfriend I'm (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a wrist of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Never my throat dry, even when the 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 I drive I'm a star, little kids
all on the scream, 'That's my car!'
It was days 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, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
3, Puff: Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ talking while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after these messages be back with
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you this
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 still pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else 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 keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell them why you mad son!
them 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 for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all 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 don't do that shit, word,
He ain't no real neither
And then come to 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 shit got me mad!
That's the shit,
(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?
got mermaids swimmin in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain with climbin up mountains 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 miles an
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul language)
The climbin out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
Try that shit on a fuckin train
What kind of shit,
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...