Luyện nghe bài hát Run Jozi (Godly)

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

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

Two: K.O]
My is so harzadous
Mfanakithi, can't nobody handle
I annihilated all my competition so there's no challenges
Look, going against the ntwana is totally blasphemous
In the city having no morality is totally fabulous
What's going on with amateurs 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 phansi and you're hoping for happiness
Emhlabeni mel'uz'bheke, it's
Ubothemb'itshe than uthembe
They laugh in face while they planning to shoot you
Bafuna
Ng'zobamba ngo-left, ngik'bambe ngo-right, mina I'll hurt you
We outchea that Eskom life, yeah we in that power circle
See all I ever wanted was a peace of mind to
My the streets are mine
I haven't even reached my prime, ng'sazokwenza blind
Ngisazokwenza blind
Aw ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye, redefined
Just read between the lines and when the
Fly hope you can see the
See the grind,

K.O]
K'dala ukuthi k'phethe thina la
Kodwa ngapha kuphuma ngapha
Kungena kuphuma ngapha, kwenzenjani?

[Verse AKA]
I'm something Haile Selassie
women and Jah seed
God-speed to my
Fuck whatever palm reads, I'm on the mission
Like [?], they're politicians in hot
Fuck with the gods, top of the charts, name a I can't reach
Better check credentials, [?] protect temple
Do you progress or do you want Rolex?
Better make presidential, influential
More gold bottles, no
This [?] is fucked up, and we all follow
No gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake like cold bottles
Bank notes falling, no foreign, no
faces in briefcases like Zim dollars
Say Our