Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Oi, you a chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I 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 ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of
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 or a song I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, confidence
I'm a nice bloke, ain't it But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and 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 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 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 raised me or the circles that I 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm 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 up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write with a on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I you're gonna 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 don't need to ask, but listen up because I'm so
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old if you don't know
from hanging out at Eastland (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 passion you believe in, if you wanna it you can reach it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the 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 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 where at
I can see I'm making sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
I can you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she more money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping goth chicks in mosh pits 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 where my is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the
I was gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand that bomb 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, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit