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 though ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a mag, that's a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be
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 and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't dropping
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a I did they keep yapping 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, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a
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 and off the piff 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 care 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 turning their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped
Those same who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm keep evolving and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game back out, when 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 with 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 they say 3 won, that's 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, that's my old postcode if you 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 'bout my achievements, I'm 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, I'ma 'em that
(Where the at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this 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 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 with a girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make more money me, she make more 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 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed,
'Cause up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand when that 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 your opinion, but wrong, bitch, this is god shit