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 call a
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a motherfucking
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you 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 be Kobe's last game and you'll never drop sixty
You ain't this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did 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 nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I 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 getting off the piss and off the piff and off the made me wanna jump off a cliff
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, the type to go chat now
If turning their lights off all I say is I blacked out
mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those same 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 gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
Every single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen it's mapped out
Couldn't write with a crown on so I got it 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 hearing though, "3.6., is it to get a photo?"
Of course it is, you don't need to ask, but up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, my old postcode if you don't know
from hanging 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 saying can achieve 'em
If you got a you believe in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and
I'ma show the world where 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 best shit I have held it back, but doesn't matter, I got raps
No swagger jacking, they just on tracks, everybody here 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 sad, like a telepath 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 more money than me, she make 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 in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money 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 city's where my squad is (Squad)
Dropped hits and got rich, hitting 'em up with that bomb shit (Boom)
Understand when that bomb you'll be breathing it in like that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god