Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

God is all I fear, money is all I hear
Where are you? up the mall, I buy the mall out there
It's the bomb, no out gear
No shelter, Skelta
Bubble Alka Seltzer
Look at me, king, I'll ya
Bars and give them the scrunchy face
Violate then find out how your 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 don't really want plate
down, Diddy, you're killing them
Pictures on billboards, them bitches is feeling him
You still blowing up like you
Cars spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens
This is Harlem, niggas that foreigns
Little homie shoot with the left like Harden
me, money, never to beg pardon
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, take part in
me where the money is at and I'm departing

Welcome to the
We selling flows, glow, solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
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, something Beethoven
Comes out golden I compose it
gruesome, chain ferocious

The tub is with roses
Coming to money, we Earl Jones it
King Joffery, James Brown, now me
Keep going knowing they stop me
40 belows, the coats Rocky
Lambo truck same color as
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty
Bitch seen the and came, I call that money cumming
Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty
a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming
Bright like them Square lights 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, show them something"
'Cause I'm shining I can glow or something
Throwing money in the air, but I owe them nothing

Welcome to the
We flows, riches glow solid gold
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you
What you nigga, what you see
Nigga 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 show you how to up
Let me you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster
Let me show you how you
up the way that you walking
You can get it at the

All that facade rapping and jaw
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no stop
on the island, gotta sail 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 to the nail shop
So you can get popped and she drop her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, ride, eastside bang
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At I've trained
You say it's good, we not sane
the beast I've tamed
These shots came b y frame, for no
Somebody gotta be filming
When you got this much God gotta be villainess
Somebody be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be men
When you do it this big gotta belittle it
it's like the lottery picked us
And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of pictures

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