Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, machine is all I hear
Where are you? up the mall, I buy the mall out there
the bomb, no fall out gear
No shelter, Helta
like Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and cars them the scrunchy face
then find out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't want this
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come up
You food, but you don't want this plate
Slow down, Diddy, you're them
Pictures on billboards, know them is feeling him
You blowing up like you helium
like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas push foreigns
Little homie shoot the left like James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take in
me where the money is at and I'm departing

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

I'm chosen, something like
Comes out anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

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

Welcome to the
We selling flows, riches solid gold
Big chains froze, 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, minks to the
you already know

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

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

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