Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

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

to the auction
We flows, riches glow, solid gold
Big froze, flashy rings, all you need
you want 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
out golden anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, chain

The tub is with roses
Coming to America money, we Earl it
Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep knowing they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo truck color as broccoli
Acting Tyson when he was twenty something
Bitch seen the money and came, I 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 Time Square lights the way I something
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just 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 don't owe them

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, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
you already know

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
Switch up the way that you
You can get it at the

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

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