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 with ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here 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 definition of
Working, I'm never not busy, attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like they bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, confidence
I'm a nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, better ever whenever off the shit
I care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
back down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's turning their off all I say is I blacked out
They know who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the I wrapped round
These past been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm upping the the way I rap, now
See the game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way that all the 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 don't
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a boss
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there no off switch
You a germ, man they 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 been robbed,
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but wrong, bitch, this is god shit