Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

Yeah, you talk if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my table
All day, high, and clockin' paper
Fuck you talkin' nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, clean, smokin' purple
All day, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, nothin' 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 in my circle
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, purple

bitches burnin' out bank accounts
Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet towel
That's grow talk, I bought a block
And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got spots
I 23 mil out my old spot
I came a long way from the top
I still get busy, count money I'm dizzy
Load a full truck up, it's a 650
Bullet-proof truck in a
Got lemonade out in New York City
I'ma flex the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
across 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 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, clean, smokin' purple
All day, play me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but paper on my
All day, do it for the Vine
Ridin' clean, purple
Play with me and gon' hurt you
Ain't no 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, fuck a rap
I was first chillin' when the pack left
I need a pair of gloves and a address
I got 6 cellphones, hope the flex
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 and the cup's all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got in Atlanta
I'm in the H-Town with French
Cook smoke in the air with the coke
Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a boy

Yeah, you talk 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, purple
All day, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but on my mind
All day, shawty do it for the

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