Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around the World

Intro:

Yo yo, this Mase,
You got niggaz don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that don't wanna see me
You got that's mad, cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggaz that just don't me
You know, the, those P.H.D.
But you know I pop a lot of but I back it up though
see a difference, 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

Verse One:

Now trick what? Lace That 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 find that, Puff a stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies with money fly with gems
Drive the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta pen'll this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (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 and I know why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't why they hate us [yeah]
Is it our ladies?
Or our drop [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 women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like
you got some hoes well 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, c'mere baby, you like the way
it's hot and hazy, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put lips on this
Don't kiss 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 Three: Daddy, Mase

Now Puff rule the world, even I'm young
I make it my biz to see that all ladies (yeah)
Get em all strung the tip of my tongue
Lick em places niggaz dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the new treasure on a old try
Now when my third dry, even when the lie
Eat the mami's and drive her loca
We ride far, packed 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 with B.I., now a V.I. (uh-huh)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a out the toe

Chorus w/ slight
line 1, C'mon, yeah yeah, uh-huh
line 2, Puff: We playa hated!
line 3, Puff:
line 4, Puff: Why want us hated!
line 5, Why they hate us?
line 6, Puff: Is it our
line 7, Say what?
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!

Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, I gotta ask myself
Why's there so much jealousy in the
Don't at mine, get yours
(music fades)

Show from B.I.G.'s album continued:

OK after these messages be back with
the Mad Rapper and his the Mad Producer, after this

OK sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself
get you through this
Take a sip of water, deep breath, 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 he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought someone else 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 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, be I be I been
I been, I been here for the culture,
I don't, I don't, I don't, I
I don't be recognizin all that new jack
Yo we don't play, we don't that shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That nigga be on some bullshit,
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
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 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 video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the rain with kids climbin up mountains and

I'm I'm I'm watchin this video
(I'm gonna have to ask you to from the language)
the car goin two miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, refrain from the foul 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 write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got John shit...