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 I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you ever be granddad
Then I'll ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm never not busy, attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll drop sixty
You ain't dropping
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a song I did they keep it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's
I'm a bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, than ever whenever off the shit
I don't care for your problem, I 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the to go chat now
If someone's turning their lights off all I say is I out
They mustn't know who raised me or the that I rapped 'round
Those dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in form, but I'm back now
My arm says evolving and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause 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 into it, but I guarantee 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 need to ask, but listen up because I'm so
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old if you don't know
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a massive on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have 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 at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a track?"
All the best shit I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got raps
No swagger jacking, they just yell on tracks, here can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the middle where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is 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 ain't no off
You a germ, man that they gassing up, but no
Get 'em jumping 'round chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 been robbed, bitch
growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then topic getting top split
Yeah, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit