Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always they bitch
Then you got that just 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 don't make hits
But it's like this whole Bad Boy
we come to bring it to niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
Verse Mase
Now trick what? Lace who? ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
talk shit, we never mind that
Funny, never that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a nigga say, that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly guys with
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint smoke
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got plans to get my and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll understand shit
Pop like I won a championship (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
spoken by Puff
around the world and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't know when and I know why
Why they want us faded
I don't know why they hate us
Is it our ladies?
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, to the ceiling (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm in, all the women that be tens (hoo)
Went Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
you waitin for, let the freak show begin
How they came in a (Mase: Nah Puff, that's a Benz)
Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
kiss right there girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be switchin with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Puff Daddy,
Now Puff the world, even though I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all from the tip of my tongue
em places niggaz wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)
Before I die, hope I, remake a by
In the new treasure on a old try
my throat dry, even when the smoke lie
Eat the chochi and drive a low-ride
We never ride far, packed in a car
Save 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 B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, money I fold
the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll
Chorus w/ slight
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah yeah,
line 2, We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
line 4, Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why hate us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Yeah, bay-bee bay-BEE!
w/ Puff talking while 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 from B.I.G.'s album continued:
OK after these messages we'll be back
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you through
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it
And welcome back as you can see (You got the though?)
I'm Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've conversing with the Mad Rapper (Did you get the check
though?)
and still pretty mad
But, this time he someone else 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
t-t-t-t-t-tell 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 for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
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 that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, yourself, Mr. Rapper, please calm down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real 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? That's the that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
Word up,
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this nigga 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 nigga
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the 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 thousand niggaz write for him, let ME for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...