Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Oi, you a chat lad who chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though with ya backpack, is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't dropping
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a song I did keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the piss and off the and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm pip, better than ever whenever off the shit
I don't care for problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's turning their off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who me or the circles that I rapped 'round
same dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm keep evolving and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen it's mapped out
write with a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, the way that all the votes go
All I'm hearing though, "3.6., is it to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you need to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you know
Went hanging out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a massive on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, here can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the middle like Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a bitch
Even on she was a money machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit