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 though with ya backpack, that is what I call 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 sons nuts, you ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, 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 they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I talking '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 don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, the type to go chat now
If someone's turning lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the I wrapped round
These past years a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, sat down
single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't 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 don't to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, my old postcode if you don't 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 saying anybody can 'em
If you got a passion you believe in, if you wanna have it you can it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's not a album track?"
All the best shit I have held it back, but 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 middle like where at
I can see I'm making sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell mad 'cause 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 holiday she was a money machine, there no off switch
You a germ, man that they up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round 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 where my is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that hits you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god