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 don't wanna see me rich
You got niggaz that's mad, cause I'm always with bitch
Then you got niggaz just don't like me
You know, the, P.H.D. niggaz
But you know I pop a lot of but I back it up though
see it's a difference, a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of niggaz 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 wanna dance, we

Verse Mase

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 your
Niggaz shit, we never mind that
Funny, never find that, a dime stack
hot shit, and make a nigga say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go the Harlem Jigalo
hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent honies money fly guys with gems
Drive with the tints be thirty-five percent
hope I lay so I look both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my tint gray'
No way, nigga leave handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
Niggaz outta understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)

Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff

Been around the and I I I
And we been playa hated what?]
I don't know and I don't why
Why want us faded [ahehe]
I don't know why hate us [yeah]
Is it our [uh-huh]
Or our drop Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!

Verse Two: Daddy

I was in one bedroom, of a million (yeah)
Now I'm in beach houses, cream to the (that's right)
I was a gentleman, livin in
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
Mase you got some hoes nigga, send em in (c'mon)
What you waitin for, let the freak 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, never shady, you be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your on this
Don't kiss right girlfriend I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese

Verse Three: Daddy, Mase

Now rule 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
Lick em places wouldn't dare put they faces (c'mon)

Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Now when my third dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the chocha and drive her loca
We never ride far, packed in a car
money for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And everywhere I I'm a star, little kids
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 roll, break a hundred out the toe

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

Chorus w/ Puff while B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I gotta ask
Why's so much jealousy in the world?
Don't look at mine, get
(music fades)

Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album

OK after these messages we'll be with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after

OK just sit back, relax, and enjoy
We'll get you through
a sip of water, deep breath, that'll do it

And back as you can see (You got the check though?)
I'm Trevor and I'm sitting in
I've been conversing with the Mad (Did you get the check though?)
and still pretty mad
But, time he brought someone else with him
and quite (yeah yeah) he's even madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?

Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma I'ma keep it real 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, up, tell em why you mad son!
Iiiiiii, Iiiiiii be I be I been
I been, I here for the culture, youknowhatI'msayin?
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 play shit youknowhatI'msayin?
(Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr. Rapper, please down)
That be on some bullshit, youknowhatI'msayin?
We ain't, we don't do shit, word, yeah
He ain't no real producer
And come to find out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the tryin to rap now!
Oh yeah, the shit that got me mad!
(Please, Mr. Rapper, again)
That's the shit got me mad!
the shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
(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 video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in they living and shit
like that
This nigga in the rain with kids 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 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 shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a thousand niggaz for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...