Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my table
All day, high, drunk and clockin'
Fuck you talkin' nigga 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, shawty do it for the
clean, smokin' purple
Play with me and they hurt you
Ain't no squares in my
Xans with the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches out bank accounts
Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet towel
That's grow talk, I a whole block
And I ain't talkin' blow, I got grow spots
I pulled 23 mil out my old
I came a long way the stove top
I still get busy, count money 'til I'm
Load a full truck up, it's a 650
truck in a S5-50
Got lemonade pounds out in New City
I'ma flex the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
Right the street when I land in the mornin'
Coke boy seats, not a damn on 'em
Throwin' in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

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

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 first class chillin' the pack left
I need a fresh of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack
I still get money, bitch, you're weed man me
Yeah, I keep the big bills, re-cop the 20s
I'm a real street cat, in the drop the bunny
Xanax bars and the all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got in Atlanta
I'm in the H-Town French Montana
smoke in the air with the coke boys
Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a boy

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

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