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 chat lad who chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch with 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 nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll ya fucking spine, yo, that's 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 drop
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know 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 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 piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, better than whenever off the shit
I don't care for problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the type to go now
If someone's turning their off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I 'round
Those dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm now
My arm says 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 single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's out
Couldn't write with a on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, the way that all the votes go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of it is, you don't 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 beach end (To a massive house on the end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, just yell 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 fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
I can you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a 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 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, to hide my money where 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 where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but wrong, bitch, this is god shit