Luyện nghe bài hát God Mode

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Oi, you a lad who would 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 they be trash as
Saw THC up in a graf mag, that's a hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya nuts, you won't ever be granddad
Then I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's the definition of
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 drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep 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, ain't it obvious? But in god mode, I'm on top a
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 and off the sniff made me wanna jump off a cliff
Say no when I'm offered pip, better than ever whenever off the
I don't care for your problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot rob the kid
Won't down, ain't the type to go chat now
If turning their lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't know who raised me or the circles that I rapped
same dudes 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 and I'm upping the level the way I rap, now
See the whole game gonna back out, 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 a crown on so I got it sitting in my lap now
If you do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a they 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 to ask, but listen up because I'm so close
three-one-three-six, that's my old postcode if you don't know
Went from hanging out at (Hanging out at Eastland)
To a massive house on the beach end (To a massive house on the 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
Just dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to and back
I'ma the world where 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 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 where at
I can see I'm making fellas sad, like a telepath I can tell you
I can tell you're mad 'cause I'm with a girl that is bad and you jealous as
She make more money than me, she make more money 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 robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to my money where my sock is
Better get it, yo, not this, from the country of the convicts
I was living gritty, hitting skiddies, but mini little city's where my squad is (Squad)
hits and then got rich, hitting 'em up with that 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 then that topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, is god shit