Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money machine is all I
Where are you? up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Helta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and cars give them the face
Violate then out how your lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't this hate
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it back up
You food, but you don't really want plate
down, Diddy, you're killing them
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is him
You still up like you helium
Cars like spaceships, thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas push foreigns
Little homie shoot with the like James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models part in
Tell me where the is at and I'm departing

to the auction
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, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga, you already

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

The tub filled is with
Coming to money, we Earl Jones it
Joffery, James Brown, now watch me
Keep going knowing can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
truck same color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty
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 Time Square lights the way I bubble
Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the coming
Dyckman, parked, all the niggas just love the frontin'
I'm like, "fuck it nigga, show them something"
I'm shining like I can glow or something
Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe them

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
ball, fortune fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you know

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

All that 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 send to my homie in the jail spot
Roll a big L, Big, and let a shell pop
tail wifey to the nail shop
So you can get and she won't drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside
Sheeeze, I so far, GS Lex to G5 planes
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 be filming this
When you got this much God somebody gotta be
Somebody gotta be feeling like prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody be middle men
When you do it big somebody gotta belittle it
it's like the lottery picked us
And you who you depicted in a lot of these pictures

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