Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

Yeah, fuck you if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the 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, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's nothin' but on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine
Ridin' clean, purple
with me and they gon' hurt you
Ain't no squares in my
Xans with the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches burnin' out accounts
Yeah, we wrap raw cut wet paper towel
That's grow talk, I a whole block
And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got spots
I 23 mil out my old spot
I a long way from the stove top
I still get busy, count 'til I'm dizzy
Load a full truck up, a quick 650
truck in a S5-50
Got lemonade pounds out in New York
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' in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

Yeah, fuck you talk if you talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and 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, 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' with the dirty, smokin' purple

bag money, stuff it in the wall
Dirty money, I'm a LAX tryna the dog
I'm dirty, fuck a rap check
I was first class chillin' the pack left
I need a fresh pair of gloves and a
I got 6 cellphones, hope the flex
I still get money, bitch, you're man love me
Yeah, I keep the big bills, re-cop the 20s
I'm a street cat, in the drop 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
Cook smoke in the air with the coke
motherfucker, yeah, I'm a dope 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 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, smokin'
All day, with me and they gon' hurt you
All day, there's but paper on my mind
All day, do it for the Vine

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