Luyện nghe bài hát Run Jozi (Godly)

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

Nkosi sikelela, thina, namagenge
Godly, Godly, Run
I'm holding the crown, my soldiers 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, can't nobody this
I annihilated all my so there's no further challenges
Look, going the authority ntwana is totally blasphemous
In the city where having no morality is totally
What's going on with amateurs over the internet posting some messages
Next thing you know your is over, ntwana, over some characters
It's the juxtaposition of choosing stupidity intelligence
Ntombazana ushishiliza ngendunu and you're hoping for happiness
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, ngo-right, mina kleva I'll hurt you
We outchea living that Eskom life, yeah we in that circle
See all I ever wanted was a of mind to speak
My mind the are mine
I haven't even reached my prime, dizzy blind
Ngisazokwenza blind
Aw mina ngiy'ntsimb'edl'ezinye,
read between the lines and when the sparks
Fly hope you can see the
See the grind,

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

[Verse Three:
I'm like Haile Selassie
Beautiful and Jah seed
to my competition
Fuck whatever your 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
Better credentials, [?] protect your temple
Do you want progress or do you Rolex?
make mine presidential, influential
More gold bottles, no
This [?] is fucked up, and we all follow
No Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake like cold
notes falling, no foreign, no problem
Madiba in briefcases like Zim dollars
Say Our