Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money is all I hear
Where are you? up the mall, I buy the mall out there
the bomb, no fall out gear
No shelter, Skelta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and cars give them the face
Violate find out how your lung taste
Got to bungee, you don't want this hate
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it back up
You food, but you don't want this plate
down, Diddy, you're killing them
Pictures on billboards, them bitches is feeling him
You still blowing up like you
like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that push
Little homie with the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

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

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

The tub filled is with
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they can't 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 that cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty
I'mma a keep on moving, I the drummer coming
Bright like them Time lights the way I bubble something
and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then them something"
I'm shining like I can glow or something
Throwing in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
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

Let me you how to post 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 that rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the fuck up and God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
on the island, gotta sail to the mail box
Still send mails to my homie in the jail
a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop
Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail
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 least I've
You say crazy good, we not sane
the beast I've tamed
These shots came b y frame, for no
Somebody be filming this
When you got this much God gotta be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling like it's prophecy in
We be boss, somebody gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody gotta 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, riches glow gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
What you want nigga, 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