Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

Clockin'
You know I'm talkin' 'bout
Clockin'
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, and clockin' paper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't 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, shawty do it for the
Ridin' clean, smokin'
Play with me and they gon' you
Ain't no squares in my
Mixin' with the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches burnin' out accounts
Yeah, we raw cut with wet paper towel
grow talk, I bought a whole block
And I ain't talkin' blow, I got grow spots
I 23 mil out my old spot
I came a long way the stove top
I still get busy, money 'til I'm dizzy
Load a truck up, it's a quick 650
truck in a S5-50
Got lemonade out in New York City
I'ma flex the pack, I get 5 grams 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 if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and paper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, clean, smokin' purple
All day, play me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine
clean, smokin' purple
Play with me and they hurt you
Ain't no in my circle
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, smokin'

Brown bag money, stuff it in the
money, I'm a LAX tryna duck the dog
I'm still dirty, fuck a rap
I was first chillin' when the pack left
I need a fresh of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack
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
Xanax bars and the cup's all
I hit the A-Town, we got in Atlanta
I'm in the with French Montana
Cook smoke in the air the coke boys
Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a 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 '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 nothin' but paper on my
All day, shawty do it for the

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