Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money machine is all I
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the out there
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
like Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, melt ya
Bars and cars give them the scrunchy
Violate then find out how your lung
Got money to bungee, you want this hate
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you really want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're them
on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him
You blowing up like you helium
like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas push foreigns
homie shoot with the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take in
Tell me where the is at and I'm departing

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow, gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
you want nigga, what you see
Nigga, to the auction, we got it all
ball, fortune fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga, you know

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
Comes out anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

The tub is with roses
Coming to money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
Lambo truck same color as
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty
Bitch seen the money and came, I that money cumming
Ask what's a 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 summer's
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then them something"
'Cause I'm shining like I can or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe them

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

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

All that rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
Crib on the island, sail to the mail box
Still send mails to my homie in the spot
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards tail to the nail shop
So you can get and she won't drop her Chanel 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
the beast I've tamed
These came b y frame, for no reason
gotta be filming this
When you got this God somebody gotta be villainess
Somebody be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody belittle it
Literally it's like the lottery us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

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