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 lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
Honestly, I'll kick ya nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never sixty
You ain't this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like wanna bit
Yo, they need to that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a nice bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no I'm offered pip, better than ever whenever off the shit
I don't for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the type to go now
If someone's turning their lights off all I say is I out
They mustn't know who raised me or the that I rapped 'round
Those same who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
past years 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 out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write with a crown on so I got it in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way all the votes go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you don't need to ask, but listen up I'm so close
three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't know
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive on the beach end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can 'em
If you got a passion you in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I to hell and back
show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm fellas sad, like 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 money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on she was a money machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man they gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh at them rock gigs
mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money my sock is
get it, yo, you're not this, from 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 with that bomb (Boom)
Understand when bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in top pick then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but wrong, bitch, this is god shit