Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money machine is all I
Where are Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Helta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and give them the scrunchy face
Violate then out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you want this hate
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it back up
You food, but you really want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, killing them
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is him
You still up like you helium
Cars like spaceships, niggas thought it was
is Harlem, niggas that push foreigns
Little homie shoot with the left like Harden
me, money, never to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, take part in
Tell me the money is at and I'm departing

Welcome to the
We flows, riches glow, solid gold
Big froze, flashy rings, all you need
What you nigga, what you see
Nigga, to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you know

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
Comes out golden I compose it
Watch gruesome, chain

The tub filled is with
Coming to money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
truck same color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty
seen the money and came, I call that money cumming
Ask a couple of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a keep on moving, I hear the drummer
Bright like them Time lights the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then show something"
'Cause I'm shining like I can glow or
Throwing in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

Welcome to the
We flows, riches glow solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you nigga, what you see
Nigga to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fame, riches, cars
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you know

Let me show you how to up
Let me you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster
Let me you how you talking
up the way that you walking
You can get it at the

All that facade and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the fuck up and God happen
rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop
Crib on the island, gotta sail to the box
Still send mails to my homie in the spot
Roll a big L, Big, and let a shell pop
Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail
So you can get popped and she won't drop her box
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, bang
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At I've trained
You say crazy good, we not sane
That's the I've tamed
These came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God somebody be villainess
Somebody gotta be like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody be middle men
When you do it this big gotta belittle it
Literally like the lottery picked us
And you who you depicted in a lot of these pictures

to the auction
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
What you want nigga, you see
Nigga to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
you already know