Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

Clockin'
You what I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin'
From to New York City
paper

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

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

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't 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 but paper on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine
Ridin' clean, smokin'
with me and they gon' hurt you
Ain't no in my circle
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin'

Brown bag money, stuff it in the
Dirty money, I'm a LAX tryna the dog
I'm still dirty, a rap check
I was first class chillin' when the pack
I need a pair of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack
I still get money, bitch, you're man love me
Yeah, I the big bills, re-cop with the 20s
I'm a street cat, in the drop with the bunny
Xanax bars and the all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got in Atlanta
I'm in the with French Montana
Cook smoke in the air with the coke
Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a boy

Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper
We be breakin' the work on my mama table
All day, high, and clockin' paper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, purple
All day, play with me and they hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine

You already what I'm talkin' 'bout, man
Brown bag money, up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one time
Ridin' round, cop behind me, I ain't even trippin' though
If he put his lights on, I'm yo
It's Big Bay business
You know I from coke money to hoe money
Grow money to show
To Hemp2O