Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, machine is all I hear
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and cars give the scrunchy face
then find out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you really want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, 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 like James Harden
me, money, never to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models part in
Tell me where the is at and I'm departing

to the auction
We selling flows, glow, solid gold
Big froze, flashy rings, all you need
you want nigga, what you see
Nigga, to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fame, riches, cars
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you know

I'm chosen, something like
Comes out golden anytime I it
Watch gruesome, chain

The tub is with roses
Coming to America money, we Jones it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the Rocky
truck same color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was something
Bitch seen the and came, I call that money cumming
Ask a couple of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a keep on moving, I the drummer coming
like them Time Square lights the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's
Dyckman, double parked, all the just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, show them something"
I'm shining like I can glow or something
Throwing in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

to the auction
We selling flows, 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

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

All that rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, the fuck up and watch God happen
rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop
Crib on the island, gotta to the mail box
Still send mails to my homie in the jail
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards wifey to the nail shop
So you can get and she won't drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, ride, eastside bang
Sheeeze, I so far, GS Lex to G5 planes
At least I've
You say crazy good, we not sane
That's the beast I've
These shots came b y frame, for no
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God gotta be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling like prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be men
When you do it this big somebody gotta it
it's like the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of pictures

Welcome to the
We flows, riches glow solid gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
you want nigga, what 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 know