Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

Clockin'
You know what I'm talkin'
Clockin'
From Cali to New City
paper

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

Stripper bitches burnin' out bank
Yeah, we wrap raw cut wet paper towel
That's grow talk, I bought a whole
And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got grow
I pulled 23 mil out my old
I came a way from the stove top
I still get busy, count 'til I'm dizzy
a full truck up, it's a quick 650
Bullet-proof in a S5-50
Got lemonade pounds out in New City
flex 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
bitches in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

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

Brown bag money, it in the wall
Dirty money, I'm a LAX duck the dog
I'm still dirty, a rap check
I was first class chillin' the pack left
I need a pair of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, the pack flex
I still get money, bitch, weed man love me
Yeah, I keep the big bills, re-cop the 20s
I'm a real street cat, in the drop with the
Xanax and the cup's all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got in Atlanta
I'm in the H-Town with Montana
Cook smoke in the air the coke boys
motherfucker, yeah, I'm a dope boy

Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my mama
All day, high, and clockin' paper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't paper
All day, clean, smokin' purple
All day, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's but paper on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine

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