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 though with ya backpack, is what I call a ratbag
Yeah, boy, was a rap fan, but the here they be trash as
Saw THC up in a mag, that's a motherfucking hashtag
Honestly, I'll kick ya sons nuts, you ever be granddad
I'll break ya fucking spine, yo, that's 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 never drop sixty
You dropping this
Like a eunuch, homie, no topping
Whether battling or a song I did they keep yapping it like wanna bit
Yo, they need to know 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 shows I tix and ain't talking 'bout where Boston is
(Goddamn) You dunno what the roster is, and I ain't talking 'bout a gab, but I got a
And off the piss 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 don't care for problem, I dodge 'em, you can get ya mug shot tryna rob the kid
back down, ain't the type to go chat now
If someone's turning lights off all I say is I blacked out
They mustn't who raised me or the circles that I rapped 'round
same dudes who raised me you should see the circles I wrapped round
These past years been a big blur, in poor form, but I'm now
My arm keep evolving 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
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 do it we can get into it, but I guarantee you're gonna tap out
In a battle they say 3 won, that's the way 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
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 house 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 believe in, if you wanna have it you can it
dream big (Get to it) Yo, it's obvious I been to hell and back
I'ma show the world where Melbourne at, this is my city, I'ma 'em that
(Where the album at?) 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 jacking, they just yell on tracks, everybody here can tell I'm back
I'm on top 'cause you off, now you in the middle like where Malcolm at
I can see I'm making sad, like a telepath 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 machine, there ain't no off switch
You a germ, man they gassing up, but no Auschwitz
Get 'em jumping 'round goth in mosh pits at them rock gigs
Never mind, yo, I got this, 60 never robbed, bitch
'Cause growing up in that Ringwood, boy, learned to hide my money where my 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 where my 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 like that rip
If it's not 6 in your top pick then topic getting top split
Yeah, it's your opinion, but it's wrong, bitch, this is god