Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

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, 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
Play with me and they gon' you
no squares in my circle
Mixin' with the dirty, smokin' purple

Stripper bitches out bank accounts
Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet paper
That's grow talk, I a whole block
And I ain't talkin' 'bout blow, I got grow
I 23 mil out my old spot
I came a long way from the top
I still get busy, count money I'm dizzy
a full truck up, it's a quick 650
Bullet-proof truck in a
Got lemonade pounds out in New City
flex with the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
Right across the when I land in the mornin'
Coke boy seats, not a stain on 'em
Throwin' bitches in the crib, champagne on 'em

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

Brown bag money, stuff it in the
Dirty money, I'm a LAX duck the dog
I'm still dirty, fuck a rap
I was first class chillin' when the pack
I need a fresh pair of and a address
I got 6 cellphones, hope the pack
I still get money, bitch, you're man love me
Yeah, I keep the big bills, re-cop 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 H-Town 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 table
All day, high, drunk and clockin'
you talkin' 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' 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

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