Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, machine is all I hear
Where are you? up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Skelta
Bubble like Alka
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and cars them the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it back up
You food, but you don't really this plate
Slow down, Diddy, killing them
Pictures on billboards, know them is feeling him
You still blowing up you helium
Cars spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, that push foreigns
Little homie shoot with the left like James
Excuse me, money, to beg pardon
in a Sprinter, models take part in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow, solid
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 know

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
Comes out golden anytime I it
gruesome, chain ferocious

The tub filled is roses
Coming to America money, we Earl it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
Lambo truck same as broccoli
Acting like when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I that money cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say 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 know the summer's
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
Throwing in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

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

Let me you how to post up
Let me show you how you do it when you on a roadster
Let me show you how you
Switch up the way 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, sail to the mail box
send mails to my homie in the jail spot
Roll a big L, 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, 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 I've tamed
These shots b y frame, for no reason
gotta be filming this
When you got this much God somebody be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling like it's filling in
We be boss, somebody gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody gotta it
Literally it's like the lottery us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big froze, flashy 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
Nigga you know