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 chat, lad, yap yap for a lap dance
You a snitch though with ya backpack, that is what I a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a mag, that's a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the 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 never drop
You ain't dropping
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they 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 But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a
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, 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 know who raised me or the 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 and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's 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 you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, the way that all the votes go
All I'm though, "3.6., is it cool to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you need to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
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 house on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious 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?) tell 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best 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 dropped off, now you in the middle like where 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 with a that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she more money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a money machine, ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that they gassing up, but no
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my where my sock is
Better get it, yo, you're not this, the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my is (Squad)
hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in that 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