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 with ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers here they be as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
Honestly, I'll kick ya nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then break 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 never sixty
You ain't this
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like wanna bit
Yo, they to know that I'm adamant, it ain't 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 I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And off the piss and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, better ever whenever off the shit
I don't for your problem, I dodge '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 me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped
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 back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write with a 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 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 don't need to ask, but listen up because I'm so
Said three-one-three-six, my old postcode if you don't know
Went from out at Eastland (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 anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you 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 the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the at?) Don't tell '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 yell on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you dropped off, now you in the like 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 with a girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make money than me, she make more money than me, yeah, she a boss bitch
Even on she was a money machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em 'round goth chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs
mind, yo, I got this, 60 never been robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to my money where my sock is
get it, yo, you're not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's where my 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 that 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