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 out there
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
like Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and cars give the scrunchy face
Violate find out how your lung taste
Got to bungee, you don't want this hate
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come up
You food, but you really want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're killing
Pictures on billboards, them bitches is feeling him
You blowing up like you helium
like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, that push foreigns
Little homie shoot with the 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 selling flows, riches glow, gold
Big froze, flashy rings, all you need
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 I compose it
Watch gruesome, chain

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

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you want nigga, you see
welcome to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you know

Let me show you how to up
Let me you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster
Let me you how you talking
Switch up the way you walking
You can get it at the

All that facade and jaw yapping
Nigga, the fuck up and watch God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no stop
on the island, gotta sail to the mail box
Still mails 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 won't 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 came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be this
When you got this much God somebody gotta be
Somebody gotta be feeling it's prophecy filling in
We be boss, somebody gotta be middle men
When you do it big somebody gotta belittle it
Literally it's like the lottery us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of pictures

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you nigga, what you see
welcome to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches,
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you already