Luyện nghe bài hát Sittin On Top Of The World

Sittin' on top of the
Huh, I heard this shit
You wanna know what the fuck I heard

I heard you wanna carbon me, not possible to succeed
Bustin' knee caps, 'cause greed is fuckin' with weed
Give me more cheddar than Ellie, no from Beverly
Heavily sedated, still and rated R

You the next victim, and if you flinch you
I got the sure shot method, guaranteed to make a nigga
Peep the cars I'm in, uncountable amount of
Benzes for all my

If it don't make dollars, you ain't no fuckin' sense
Get relentless when it comes to chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the
at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the
With fifty in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt
Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, ya what you want
on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin'
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some pump, pump

the number one contender, so so def member known as Brat
Girlfriend offender because the mans think I'm all
Crystal in my lap, chokin' me
Niggas hopin' we off, but we won't, we don't

All we do is fuckin' it up
all you do is keep lookin' at us
Known evidence is that I hits
And make more house quakes Prince
Leavin' dense

One of the bitches on the planet
Act like you know, it's the funk bandit, dammit, and you can't it
You can run, but you can't hide from bad mannered individual
Gal from the side, hit 'em up

I came quick, stick like the bottom of ostrich
Holdin' your fans hostage from your
And it's written all over face, you want my space
But ain't got what it to take my place

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the
With fifty grand in my hand, puffin' on a blunt
Sippin' and Coke, givin' ya what you want
Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin'
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya some real pump, pump

Now best believe, I got more tricks up my sleeve than that rabbit
All day dream about cheese and how I gots to it
Got a weed habit, but I'm still on
One of the most to rock off somebody's joints

It be the B R A T, the blower, the rough rhyme thrower
Muthafuckas can't see, drop top roadsters
Fuck all that stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust

You see, niggas round town this and that
Said I sound the pound and my shit was wack
Dropped the Funkdafied and you thought it was bold
But days later the LP went gold

on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, steady on a blunt
Sippin' and Coke, givin' ya what you want
on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With my swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump,

Ohh ya

Down wit' my