Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, machine is all I hear
are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Helta
Bubble like Alka
Look at me, king, melt ya
Bars and give them the scrunchy face
Violate then out how your 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 want 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, niggas that push
Little homie with the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, take part in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow, 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,
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you know

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

The tub filled is with
Coming to money, we Earl Jones it
Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they can't me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo truck color as broccoli
Acting like when he was twenty 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 hear the coming
Bright like them 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, then them something"
'Cause I'm shining 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 froze, flashy 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, drinks to pour, minks to the
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 you how you talking
Switch up the way you walking
You can get it at the

All that 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 mails to my homie in the jail spot
a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop
Bodyguards tail to the nail shop
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 trained
You say it's good, we not sane
That's the beast I've
These shots b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God somebody be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody be middle men
you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it
Literally it's the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow solid
Big chains froze, 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