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 chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be 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 break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop
You ain't dropping
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a nice bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where is
(Goddamn) You what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, better than whenever off the shit
I don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug tryna rob the kid
back down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's their lights off all I say is I blacked out
mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same 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 says keep evolving and I'm the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat
single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you wanna do it we can get it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, the way that 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, my old postcode if you don't know
from hanging out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive 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 it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I have it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody can tell I'm back
I'm on top you dropped off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making sad, like a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, there no off switch
You a germ, man they gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed,
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, to hide my money where my sock is
get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that shit (Boom)
Understand when bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god