Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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Oi, you a chat lad who would chat, lad, yap yap for a lap
You a snitch with ya backpack, that is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the rappers they 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, that's the definition of
Working, I'm never not busy, 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 dropping this
a eunuch, homie, no topping this
Whether battling or a song I did keep yapping it like they wanna bit
Yo, they need to know that I'm adamant, it ain't arrogance, yo, confidence
I'm a nice bloke, it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a this
But at my shows I sell tix and ain't talking 'bout where is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I 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 when I'm pip, better than 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, the type to go chat now
If someone's their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
Those dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm back now
My arm keep evolving and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole gonna back out, when I stood up, homie, yo, they sat down
single thing that I wanna happen, yo, it's gonna happen 'cause it's mapped out
Couldn't write 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 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, that's my old postcode if you don't
Went hanging out at Eastland (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive on the beach end (To a massive house on the beach end)
I ain't bragging 'bout my achievements, I'm saying anybody can 'em
If you got a passion you in, if you wanna have it you can reach it
Just big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma tell 'em that
(Where the album at?) Don't tell 'em that, like "Why's this not a album track?"
All the best shit I held it back, but doesn't matter, I got hella 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 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 'cause I'm with a girl that is hella bad and you 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, there no off switch
You a germ, man that gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round chicks in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 been 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, from the country of the
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but this mini little city's 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 that bong rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then that getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but wrong, bitch, this is god shit