Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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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, that is what I a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
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 be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't this
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's
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 ain't 'bout 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 than ever off the shit
I don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot rob the kid
Won't down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's turning lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in form, but I'm back now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single 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 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 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
three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't know
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a 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 have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a track?"
All the shit I have held it back, but doesn't 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 sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make money than me, yeah, she a boss 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 pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up that bomb shit (Boom)
when that bomb hits you'll be breathing 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, is god shit