Luyện nghe bài hát Sittin On Top Of The World

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

I heard you wanna carbon copy me, not to succeed
Bustin' niggas knee caps, 'cause greed is with weed
Give me more cheddar than Ellie, no hillbilly Beverly
Heavily sedated, hated and rated R

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

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

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

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

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

One of the bitches on the planet
Act like you know, the funk bandit, dammit, and you can't stand it
You can run, but you hide from this 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 all over your face, you want my space
But ain't got what it takes to take my

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

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

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

You see, niggas round town talked this and
Said I sound like the and my shit was wack
the album Funkdafied and you thought it was bold
But thirty later the LP went gold

Sittin' on top of the world, on top of the world
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 baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with real pump, pump

Ohh ya

Down my girl