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 though with ya backpack, that is what 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 ya sons nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, the definition of Snapback
Working, I'm not busy, this 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
Like a eunuch, homie, no this
Whether battling or a song I did they yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, it's
I'm a nice bloke, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where is
(Goddamn) You dunno the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a gift
And getting off the and off the piff and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no I'm offered 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 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 dudes who raised me you should see the I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm now
My arm says keep evolving and I'm upping the the way I rap, now
See the game gonna 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
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 gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way that all the 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 up because I'm so close
Said three-one-three-six, that's my old if you don't know
Went 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 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can achieve 'em
If you got a passion you in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, they're like "Why's not a album track?"
All the best shit I held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella raps
No swagger jacking, just 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 I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you jealous as
She make more money me, she make more money than 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 been robbed, bitch
'Cause 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 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 then that topic top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god