Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

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

to the auction
We flows, riches glow, solid 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, like Beethoven
Comes out golden anytime I it
Watch gruesome, chain

The tub filled is roses
Coming to America money, we Earl it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
Keep going knowing they stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo truck color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was something
seen the money and came, I call that money cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty
I'mma a on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Square lights the way I bubble something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I the summer's coming
Dyckman, parked, all the niggas just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then them something"
'Cause I'm like I can glow or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe them

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches glow solid
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you want nigga, 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

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 facade rapping and jaw
Nigga, shut the up and watch God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no stop
Crib on the island, gotta sail to the box
Still mails to my homie in the jail spot
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards tail wifey to the shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside
Sheeeze, I so far, GS Lex to G5 planes
At least trained
You say crazy good, we not sane
That's the I've tamed
These shots came b y frame, for no
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God somebody be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling like it's filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody be middle men
When you do it this big somebody belittle it
it's like the lottery picked us
And you who you depicted in a lot of these pictures

to the auction
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, to the floor
you already know