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 mall out
the bomb, no fall out gear
No shelter, Skelta
Bubble like Seltzer
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and give them the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how lung taste
Got to bungee, you don't want this hate
Yo, I can throw it and watch it come back up
You food, but you don't want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're killing
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is him
You blowing up like you helium
like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, that push foreigns
Little homie with the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
in a Sprinter, models take part in
Tell me where the is at and I'm departing

to the auction
We flows, riches glow, solid gold
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, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga, you already

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
Comes out golden I compose it
gruesome, chain ferocious

The tub is with roses
Coming to America money, we Earl it
Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing they can't me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
truck same color as broccoli
Acting like when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I call that cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say something
I'mma a on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Time Square lights the way I 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 I can glow or something
Throwing in the air, but I don't owe them nothing

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow solid
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, drinks to pour, to the floor
Nigga you already

Let me show you how to up
Let me show you how you do it you leaning on a roadster
Let me show you how you
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
rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop
Crib on the island, gotta to the mail box
Still send mails to my homie in the jail
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a pop
Bodyguards wifey to the nail shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At I've trained
You say it's crazy good, we not
That's the I've tamed
These shots b y frame, for no reason
gotta be filming this
When you got much God somebody gotta be villainess
Somebody gotta be feeling like prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, gotta be middle men
you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it
Literally it's like the picked us
And you who you depicted in a lot of these pictures

to the auction
We selling flows, riches glow gold
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
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the
you already know