Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

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

Stripper bitches burnin' out bank
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 spots
I 23 mil out my old spot
I came a way from the stove top
I still get busy, count money I'm dizzy
Load a full 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 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' the work on my mama table
All day, high, drunk and paper
Fuck you 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, purple
All day, play with me and they gon' 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 hurt you
Ain't no squares in my
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, purple

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

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talkin'
We be down the work on my mama table
All day, high, and clockin' paper
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 what I'm 'bout, man
Brown bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one
Ridin' round, cop behind me, I ain't even trippin' though
If he put his on, I'm dippin' yo
It's Big Bay Area
You know I went from money to hoe money
money to show money
To money