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 lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I call a
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here be trash 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 I'll break ya 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 this
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a I did they keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's confidence
I'm a nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a
Say no when I'm offered pip, better than ever off the shit
I don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the type to go now
If someone's turning lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
same dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back 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, sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a they say 3 won, that's 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 I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't
Went from out at Eastland (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 passion you believe in, if you 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 Melbourne 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 shit I have held 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 'cause you off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, a telepath I can tell you that
I can tell you're mad I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a boss
Even on holiday she was a money machine, ain't no off switch
You a germ, man they gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the
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 that bomb hits you'll be it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top then that topic getting top split
Yeah, your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit