Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

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 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, clean, smokin' purple
All day, play with me and 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 squares in my
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 block
And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got grow
I pulled 23 mil out my old
I came a long way the stove top
I still get busy, count money I'm dizzy
Load a full up, it's a quick 650
truck in a S5-50
Got pounds out in New York City
I'ma flex with the pack, I get 5 for 'em
Right the street when I land in the mornin'
Coke boy seats, not a damn on 'em
Throwin' bitches in the crib, champagne on 'em

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

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

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

You already know I'm talkin' 'bout, man
Brown bag money, 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
Big Bay Area business
You know I went coke money to hoe money
Grow to show money
To money