Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money is all I hear
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the out there
the bomb, no fall out gear
No shelter, Helta
like Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and cars give the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how 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 don't want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, killing them
on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him
You still up like you helium
Cars like spaceships, niggas it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that foreigns
Little homie shoot with the left like James
Excuse me, money, never to beg
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models part in
me where the money is at and I'm departing

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow, gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you want nigga, 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 like
Comes out anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

The tub filled is roses
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing can't stop me
40 belows, the coats Rocky
Lambo same color as broccoli
Acting 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 keep on moving, I the drummer coming
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 show something"
I'm shining like I can glow or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe nothing

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

Let me you how to post up
Let me you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster
Let me show you how you
Switch up the way that you
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 to the mail box
Still send mails to my 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, eastside
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At I've trained
You say it's crazy good, we not
That's the I've tamed
These shots b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got much God somebody gotta be villainess
Somebody gotta be like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be men
When you do it this big somebody gotta it
Literally it's like the 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 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
Nigga you already