Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

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

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow, gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you 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 already

I'm chosen, something Beethoven
Comes out golden I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

The tub filled is with
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
Keep going knowing can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
Lambo truck same as broccoli
like Tyson when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I call money cumming
Ask what's a of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright them Time Square lights the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I the summer's coming
Dyckman, parked, all the niggas just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, show them something"
'Cause I'm shining like I can or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe them

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow gold
Big chains froze, 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, minks to the
Nigga you already

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

All facade rapping 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 jail
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards tail wifey to the shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, ride, eastside bang
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At least I've
You say it's good, we not sane
That's the beast I've
These shots came b y frame, for no
gotta be filming this
When you got this much God gotta 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 ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

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