Luyện nghe bài hát Run Jozi (Godly)

[Verse One:
Started from bottom, was around in that Toyota bakkie
The summer is ours, I'm for power, Gaddafi Gaddafi
You go to the tube and all that you see is Versace
You go to my school, they can't tell you shit about Chris Hani Hani
ain't the land of the free, no propaganda machine
Handle my flag on the screen, then light a for 'Dibs
Then light a for 'Dibs, okay
Smoking the jets, smoke, smoking the
Smoking like cigarettes
Taking it to the head
[?]
This is the sweetest

Nkosi sikelela, thina, thina
Godly, Godly, Run
I'm the crown, my soldiers surround so throw in the towel
We through the kitchen with owner's permission, no photo's allowed

[Verse K.O]
My is so harzadous
Mfanakithi, nobody handle this
I annihilated all my competition so there's no challenges
Look, going against the authority is totally blasphemous
In the city where having no morality is totally
What's going on with these over the internet posting some messages
thing you know your career is over, ntwana, over some characters
It's the juxtaposition of stupidity over intelligence
Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu phansi and hoping for happiness
mel'uz'bheke, it's crucial
Ubothemb'itshe than umuntu
They laugh in your face they planning to shoot you
njukuculel'amagugu
Ng'zobamba ngo-left, ngo-right, mina kleva I'll hurt you
We outchea living that life, yeah we in that power circle
See all I ever wanted was a peace of to speak
My the streets are mine
I even reached my prime, ng'sazokwenza dizzy blind
Ngisazokwenza bsuy
Aw mina ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye,
Just between the lines and when the sparks
Fly you can see the grind
See the grind,

K.O]
K'dala sibatshela ukuthi thina la
Kodwa ngapha kuphuma ngapha
Kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha,

Three: AKA]
I'm something like Haile
Beautiful and Jah seed
to my competition
Fuck your palm reads, I'm on the mission
[?], they're politicians in hot seats
Fuck with the gods, top of the charts, a level I can't reach
check credentials, [?] protect your temple
Do you want progress or do you want
Better make mine presidential,
More gold bottles, no
whole [?] is fucked up, and we all follow
No Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake cold bottles
Bank notes falling, no foreign, no
Madiba faces in like Zim dollars
Say Our