Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money machine is all I
are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Skelta
like Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
and cars give them the scrunchy face
Violate then out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this
Yo, I can throw it and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't really want plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're killing
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
Little homie with the left like James Harden
me, money, never to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, take part in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

to the auction
We flows, riches glow, solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
you want 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, something Beethoven
Comes out golden I compose it
gruesome, chain ferocious

The tub filled is roses
Coming to America money, we Earl it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo truck same as broccoli
Acting like when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I call that money
Ask what's a of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a keep on moving, I the drummer coming
Bright like them Time Square the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I the summer's coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then show 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 froze, flashy rings, all you need
you want nigga, what you see
Nigga to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the
you already know

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

All that rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the up and watch God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
on the island, gotta sail to the mail box
Still send to my homie in the jail spot
Roll a big L, Big, and let a shell pop
tail wifey to the nail shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, bang
Sheeeze, I so far, GS Lex to G5 planes
At least trained
You say it's good, we not sane
That's the beast tamed
shots came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be this
When you got this much God somebody 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 somebody gotta it
Literally like the lottery picked us
And you who you depicted in a lot of these pictures

to the auction
We selling flows, 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, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga you already