Luyện nghe bài hát Auction

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

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

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

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

to the auction
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, fame, riches, cars
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the
Nigga you know

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

All that facade and jaw yapping
Nigga, shut the up and watch God happen
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales
on the island, gotta 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 wifey to the shop
So you can get popped and she won't her Chanel box
Get on my city, nigga, ride, eastside bang
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5
At least trained
You say it's good, we not sane
That's the beast I've
shots came b y frame, for no reason
Somebody be filming this
When you got this much God somebody be villainess
gotta be feeling like it's prophecy filling in
We gotta be boss, gotta be middle men
When you do it this big somebody 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
What you nigga, what 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