Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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Oi, you a lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I call a
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the 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 last game and never drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it 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 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 down, ain't the type to go chat now
If turning their lights 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 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 and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna 'cause it's mapped out
write with 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 you're tap out
In a battle say 3 won, that's the way that all the votes go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you don't need to ask, but listen up I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive on the beach end (To a massive house 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
Just big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious 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 held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
on holiday she was a money machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round 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 my sock is
get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that rip
If not 6 in your top pick then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit