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 bitch?

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

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

If it make dollars, you ain't makin' 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, on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, 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 swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya some real pump, pump

It's the one contender, so so def member known as Brat
Girlfriend offender because the mans I'm all that
Crystal in my lap, chronic me
hopin' we fall off, but we won't, we don't

All we do is fuckin' it up
While all you do is lookin' at us
Known is that I dispense hits
And make house quakes than Prince
Leavin' muthafuckas

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

I quick, stick like the bottom of some ostrich
Holdin' your fans hostage from bullshit
And it's all over your face, you want my space
But got what it takes to take my place

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

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

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

You see, niggas round town talked and that
I sound like the pound and my shit was wack
Dropped the album and you thought it was bold
But thirty days later the LP gold

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

Ohh ya

Down wit' my