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 I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here be trash as
Saw THC up in a mag, that's a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you won't be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm never not busy, attitude, yo, I get off 50
You wanna get it on me, you could be Kobe's last game and you'll never 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 that I'm adamant, it arrogance, yo, it's confidence
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 dunno 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 jump off a
Say no when I'm pip, better than ever whenever off the shit
I care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
Won't back down, ain't the type to go now
If someone's turning their off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the 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 upping the 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 happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
write with 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 you're 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, that's my old postcode if you don't
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't '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 big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em
(Where the album at?) Don't 'em that, they're like "Why's this not a album 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, everybody can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the middle like Malcolm at
I can see I'm making sad, like 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 money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on holiday she was a machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed,
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this little city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb hits you'll be breathing it in like that rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god shit