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 chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap
You a snitch though with ya backpack, is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
Honestly, kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't dropping
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a song I did they yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a bloke, ain't 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 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 me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm 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 back down, ain't the type to go 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 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped
These past been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm says evolving 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 happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write 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 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 to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, my old postcode if you don't 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 my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you believe in, if you wanna it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma 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 on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the middle like Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you
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 than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there ain't no off
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 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
get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, skiddies, but this mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped and then got rich, hitting 'em up with 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 pick that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit