Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, machine is all I hear
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the out there
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
Bubble like Alka
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and cars give them the scrunchy
then find out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you want this hate
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't really want this
Slow down, Diddy, you're them
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is him
You blowing up like you helium
Cars like spaceships, thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that push
Little homie shoot with the left James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
in a Sprinter, models take part in
Tell me where the is at and I'm departing

to the auction
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, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you know

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

The tub filled is roses
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
Keep going knowing they can't me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
Lambo same color as broccoli
like Tyson when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I that money cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty
a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Square 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 them something"
'Cause I'm shining like I can or something
money in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow solid
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
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
Nigga you already

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
Switch up the way that you
You can get it at the

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

Welcome to the
We selling flows, glow 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, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you already