Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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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, is what I call a ratbag
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 be granddad
Then I'll ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this attitude, yo, I get off 50
You get it on with me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't this
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it they wanna bit
Yo, they need to 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 tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston 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 jump off a
Say no when I'm pip, better 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 lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped
Those dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
past years been 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 up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause mapped out
Couldn't write with a crown on so I got it 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 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 massive house on the end)
I bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you believe in, if you wanna have it you can it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, obvious I been to hell and back
show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I have held it back, but 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 where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a 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 more money 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 never been robbed,
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, 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 mini little city's where 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 breathing it in that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, is god shit