Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money is all I hear
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out
the bomb, no fall out gear
No shelter, Skelta
Bubble like Seltzer
Look at me, king, melt ya
Bars and cars them the scrunchy face
Violate find out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you want this hate
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't really want this
Slow down, Diddy, killing them
on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him
You still blowing up like you
Cars like spaceships, thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas push foreigns
Little homie shoot with the left like Harden
Excuse me, money, to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models part in
Tell me the money is at and I'm departing

Welcome to the
We selling flows, glow, solid gold
Big froze, flashy 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, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga, you know

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

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

Welcome to the
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
ball, fortune fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga you already

Let me you how to post up
Let me you how you do it when 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 facade rapping and jaw
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God
rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop
Crib on the island, sail to the mail box
Still send mails to my in the jail spot
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a 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, eastside
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At least trained
You say it's crazy good, we not
That's the I've tamed
These shots came b y frame, for no
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got much God somebody gotta be villainess
Somebody be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be men
you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it
Literally it's like the lottery us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

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