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 with ya backpack, is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't 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 last game and you'll never sixty
You ain't dropping
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like they bit
Yo, need to know 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 talking 'bout where 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 jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, 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 their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the I wrapped round
These years been 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
single thing that I wanna 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 guarantee gonna tap out
In a they 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 because I'm so
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't
Went from out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a house on the beach end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you believe in, if you wanna have it you can it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I to hell and back
show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell '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 here can 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 that is hella 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 they gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed,
'Cause growing up in Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god