Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo this Mase
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 cause I'm with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just like me
You the those P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of shit but I it up though
see it's a difference a lot of pop shit
But a lot of niggaz don't make
But it's like whole Bad Boy shit
we to bring it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you dance, we dance
Verse Mase
Now trick what? Lace That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to face Boo, not behind your back
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 with money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints that be percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga leave without me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (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 [uh-huh]
Or I drive Mercedes [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 that be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Mase you got hoes well nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the show begin
How they came in a truck? (Mase: Nah Puff, a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin fees with a 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 the tip of my tongue
Lick em niggaz 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, when the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, five in a car
Save money for the drinks, I'm 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 with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, nuff money I
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We been hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
7, Puff: Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking 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 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 this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, 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 Rapper (Did you get the
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's even (You god damn right!)
Mr. Producer (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah t-t-t-t-t-tell niggaz why you mad son!
them 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 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 that shit
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
nigga be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother me to it, the nigga tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, that's the shit got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the that got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(It's a family show)
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the shit feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they rooms 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 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 the foul language)
The nigga out the fuckin car!
(One time)
Let me see you try that on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand write for him, let ME write for you
Son my is jumpin, I got John Blaze shit...