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 I heard bitch?

I heard you wanna copy me, not possible to succeed
Bustin' niggas knee caps, 'cause greed is fuckin' with
Give me more 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 method, guaranteed to make a nigga pause
the cars I'm in, uncountable amount of Benjamin's
Benzes for all my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sittin' on top of the world, on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, steady on a blunt
Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya you want
Sittin' on top of the world, on top of the world
With my legs swinging, jewelry baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some 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 still on
One of the most wanted to off somebody's joints

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

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

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the
With fifty grand in my hand, 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 swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump

Ohh ya

Down wit' my