Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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

Oi, you a chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap
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 mag, that's a motherfucking hashtag
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 never not busy, attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't dropping
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to 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 sell tix and ain't 'bout 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 piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, than 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 down, ain't 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 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 says 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 wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's 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 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, my old postcode if you don't know
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 bragging 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
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma 'em that
(Where the at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the shit I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they just on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm back
I'm on top you dropped off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a telepath I can you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more 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 gassing up, but no
Get 'em jumping 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 my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the of the convicts
I was living gritty, skiddies, but this mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand that 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 opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit