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
It's the bomb, no fall out
No shelter, Helta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
at me, king, I'll melt ya
Bars and cars them the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how lung taste
Got money to bungee, you don't this hate
Yo, I can it down and watch it come back up
You food, but you really want this plate
down, Diddy, you're killing them
Pictures on billboards, know them is feeling him
You still blowing up like you
Cars like spaceships, niggas it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that push
Little homie shoot with the like James Harden
Excuse me, money, never to beg
in a Sprinter, models take part in
Tell me where the money is at and I'm

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

I'm chosen, like Beethoven
out golden anytime I compose it
Watch gruesome, ferocious

The tub filled is roses
to America money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, Brown, now watch me
Keep going they can't stop me
Wearing 40 belows, the coats
Lambo same color as broccoli
Acting like Tyson when he was something
Bitch seen the and came, I call that money cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say something
I'mma a keep on moving, I hear the coming
Bright them Time Square lights the way I bubble something
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, then show 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 glow gold
Big chains froze, rings, all you need
What you nigga, what you see
welcome to the auction, we got it all
Soul ball, fame, riches, cars
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you already

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
up the way that 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 in the jail spot
a big L, bump Big, and let a shell 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, bang
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At least trained
You say it's good, we not sane
the beast I've tamed
These came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this 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 somebody gotta it
Literally it's the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these

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,
frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor
Nigga you already