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 out there
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
Bubble like Alka
Look at me, king, melt ya
Bars and cars give them the face
Violate then find out how 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 really this plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're killing
on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him
You still blowing up like you
Cars spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that push
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 is at and I'm departing

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, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you already

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
out golden anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

The tub is with roses
Coming to America money, we Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
going knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo truck color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty
Bitch seen the money and came, I call that cumming
Ask a couple of mills, I say twenty something
I'mma a on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Time Square lights the way I bubble
and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's coming
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the
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 owe them nothing

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

Let me show you how to 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 facade rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, the fuck up and watch God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no stop
Crib on the island, sail to the mail box
Still send mails to my homie in the jail
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
tail 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 came so far, GS Lex to G5
At least trained
You say crazy good, we not sane
That's the beast I've
shots came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got much God somebody gotta be villainess
gotta be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody gotta it
it's like the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you in a lot of these pictures

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