Luyện nghe bài hát Run Jozi (Godly)

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

Nkosi sikelela, thina, namagenge
Godly, Godly, Run
I'm holding the crown, my soldiers so throw in the towel
We come through the kitchen with 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 further
Look, going against the authority is totally blasphemous
In the city having no morality is totally fabulous
What's going on with these amateurs over the posting some messages
thing you know your career is over, ntwana, over some characters
It's the juxtaposition of choosing stupidity over
Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu phansi and you're hoping for
mel'uz'bheke, it's crucial
Ubothemb'itshe uthembe umuntu
They laugh in your face they planning to shoot you
njukuculel'amagugu
Ng'zobamba ngo-left, ngik'bambe ngo-right, mina kleva I'll you
We outchea living that Eskom life, we in that power circle
See all I ever was a peace of mind to speak
My mind the are mine
I haven't even reached my prime, dizzy blind
Ngisazokwenza bsuy
Aw ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye, redefined
Just read the lines and when the sparks
Fly you can see the grind
See the grind,

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

[Verse AKA]
I'm something like Haile
Beautiful women and Jah
to my competition
Fuck whatever your palm reads, I'm on the
Like [?], they're in hot seats
Fuck the gods, top of the charts, name a level I can't reach
Better check credentials, [?] protect temple
Do you want or do you want Rolex?
Better make presidential, influential
More bottles, no role-models
This whole [?] is fucked up, and we all
No gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake like cold bottles
notes falling, no foreign, no problem
Madiba faces in briefcases like Zim
Say Our