Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

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

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

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

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

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

Let me show you how to 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 that rapping and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
Crib on the island, gotta sail to the box
Still send mails to my homie in the spot
a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop
Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail
So you can get and she won't drop 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
the beast I've tamed
These shots b y frame, for no reason
gotta be filming this
When you got this much God somebody gotta be
Somebody be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We be boss, somebody gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody gotta it
Literally it's the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

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, fame, riches, cars
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you know