Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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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, a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be
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 and you'll never drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's 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 dunno what the is, and I ain't talking 'bout 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, better than ever whenever off the
I don't care for 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
mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who 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 keep evolving and I'm upping the the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, 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 a crown on so I got it sitting 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 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 from out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a house on the beach end)
I bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you believe in, if you have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, 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 it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they yell on tracks, everybody here 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 fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
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 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 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at rock gigs
mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
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 when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that topic getting top
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god