Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
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 always with bitch
Then you got niggaz that don't like me
You know the P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I back it up
see a difference a lot of niggaz pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make
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
One: Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? That what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be thirty-five
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave without handin me my
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz pen'll understand this shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken words by
around the world and I I I
And we been playa [say what?]
I know when and I don't know why
Why they us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
Or I Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
bay-BEE!
Verse Two: Puff
I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
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 with the cheese

Verse Puff Daddy, Mase
Now Puff rule the world, even though I'm
I it my biz to see that all ladies come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz 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, even when the lie
Eat the mami and drive 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, kids
all on the scream, 'That's 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, money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toll
w/ slight modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Say what?
8, Puff: Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
Don't 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 brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, do it
And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Jones and I'm sitting in
I've conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and he's pretty mad
But, this he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah them niggaz 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!
Iiiiiii, 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, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, 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 then 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 shit got me mad!
That's the shit,
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit that me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids in they living rooms and shit
like youknowhatI'msayin?
This nigga dancin in the rain kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car goin two hundred miles an
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that 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 Blaze shit...