Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

Clockin'
You know I'm talkin' 'bout
paper
From Cali to New York
paper

Yeah, fuck you if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my table
All day, high, drunk and clockin'
you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, purple
All day, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but paper on my
All day, shawty do it for the
Ridin' clean, purple
with me and they gon' hurt you
Ain't no in my circle
Mixin' Xans the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches out bank accounts
Yeah, we wrap raw cut wet paper towel
That's grow talk, I bought a whole
And I talkin' 'bout blow, I got grow spots
I pulled 23 mil out my old
I came a long way from the top
I still get busy, money 'til I'm dizzy
Load a full truck up, a quick 650
Bullet-proof in a S5-50
Got lemonade out in New York City
I'ma with the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
Right across the street when I land in the
Coke boy seats, not a damn on 'em
Throwin' bitches in the crib, pour on 'em

Yeah, you talk if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my table
All day, high, drunk and clockin'
you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, smokin'
All day, play me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the
clean, smokin' purple
Play with me and they gon' you
no squares in my circle
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin'

bag money, stuff it in the wall
Dirty money, I'm a LAX tryna the dog
I'm still dirty, a rap check
I was class chillin' when the pack left
I a fresh pair of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, the pack flex
I get money, bitch, you're weed man love me
Yeah, I keep the big bills, with the 20s
I'm a real cat, in the drop with the bunny
bars and the cup's all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got rich in
I'm in the H-Town with Montana
Cook in the air with the coke boys
motherfucker, yeah, I'm a dope boy

Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper
We be breakin' the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and paper
you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, smokin'
All day, play with me and gon' hurt you
All day, there's but paper on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the

You already know what I'm 'bout, man
bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one time
Ridin' round, cop keep behind me, I ain't trippin' though
If he put his lights on, I'm yo
It's Big Bay business
You know I went from coke to hoe money
Grow money to show
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