Luyện nghe bài hát Been Around The World

Intro:
Yo yo Mase youknowhatI'msayin?
You got niggaz that don't me for whatever reason
You got niggaz that wanna see me rich
You got niggaz mad cause I'm always with they 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 shit but I back it up
see it's a difference a lot of niggaz pop
But a lot of don't make hits
But like this whole Bad Boy shit
we come to it to y'all niggaz, me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever
Rob
If you wanna dance, we
One: Mase
Now trick what? who? That ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind back
Niggaz talk shit, we never that
Funny, find that, Puff a dime stack
Write hot shit, and make a say, 'Rewind that'
Niggaz know, we go against the Jigalo
Getcha hoe, her low, make the bitch, hit the do'
I represent with money fly guys with gems
with the tints that be thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I both ways
Cop says, 'OK, my smoke gray'
No way, nigga without handin me my shit
Got to get my Land and my 6
outta pen'll understand this shit
Pop champagne like I won a (uhh, uhh)
Chorus: sung by B.I.G.
words by Puff
Been the world and I I I
And we been hated [say 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 Mercedes [uhh,
bay-BEE!
Verse Puff 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, in tenements
Now I'm swimmin in, all the women be tens (hoo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Linen Men
Now my divi-dends be the new (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I cinnamon
you got some hoes well 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, baby, you don't like the way
it's hot and hazy, shady, you must be crazy
It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
Don't kiss right there I'm ticklish (heheh)
And I be fees with a wrist full of G's
Nigga please, I'm the 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 come (yeah)
Get em all strung from the tip of my
Lick em places niggaz wouldn't dare put faces (c'mon)
Before I die, I, remake a flow by
In the brand new on a old try
Never my throat dry, when the smoke lie
Eat the mami chochi and drive a
We never ride far, five in a car
Save for the drinks, I'm about to buy the bar (yeah)
And I drive I'm a star, little 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)
tons of gold, nuff money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the
Chorus w/ modifications
line 1, Puff: C'mon, yeah, uh-huh
2, Puff: We been playa hated!
line 3, Why?
4, Puff: Why they want us hated!
line 5, Puff: Why they us?
6, Puff: Is it our ladies?
line 7, Puff: Say
line 8, Puff: Yeah, bay-BEE!
Chorus w/ Puff talking B.I.G. sings
You know, sometimes I ask myself
Why's there so jealousy in the world?
look at mine, get yours
(music fades)
Radio Show from B.I.G.'s album
OK after messages we'll be back with
the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, this

OK just sit back, relax, and yourself
We'll get you this
Take a sip of water, 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 he's pretty mad
But, this time he brought else with him
and quite frankly (yeah yeah) he's madder (You god damn right!)
Mr. (yo, youknowhatI'msayin) why are you so mad?
Yo, Iiiiiii, I'ma keep it real simple for you
Yeah them niggaz why you mad son!
Tell them why you mad son!
(OK, please, one at a time)
Tell em why you mad son, up, tell 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 be recognizin all that new jack shit
Yo we don't play, we don't that 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 real neither
And then come to out youknowhatI'msayin
My brother hipped me to it, the nigga 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? the shit that feds me up
(Gentlemen, please)
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
(Disregard the language)
I'm watchin this video youknowhatI'msayin?
They got mermaids swimmin in living rooms and shit
like that
This nigga dancin in the with kids climbin up mountains and shit

I'm I'm I'm watchin this nigga
(I'm have to ask you to refrain from the language)
the car two hundred miles an hour
THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?!
(Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain from the language)
The nigga climbin out the car!
(One time)
Let me see you try shit on a train!
YouknowhatI'msayin? Try shit on a fuckin train
kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
Got a niggaz write for him, let ME write for you
Son my shit is jumpin, I got Blaze shit...