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, 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 hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't ever be
Then I'll break ya spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You get it on with me, you could 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 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 I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the piss and off the and off the sniff made 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
back down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's turning their lights off all I say is I out
mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped '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 keep evolving and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I 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 crown on so I got it in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get into it, but I you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way all the votes go
All I'm hearing though, "3.6., is it 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, that's my old postcode if you know
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 been to hell and
I'ma show the world 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 doesn't matter, I got hella
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 middle 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 girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she more money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there 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
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
I was gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit