Luyện nghe bài hát Clockin

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

Yeah, fuck you talk if you ain't talkin'
We be breakin' down the work on my mama
All day, high, drunk and paper
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga if you 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 gon' hurt you
no squares in my circle
Mixin' Xans with the dirty, purple

Stripper bitches burnin' out bank
Yeah, we wrap raw cut with wet paper
That's talk, I bought 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, money 'til I'm dizzy
Load a truck up, it's a quick 650
Bullet-proof truck in a
Got lemonade pounds out in New York
I'ma flex the pack, I get 5 grams for 'em
Right across the street I land in the mornin'
boy seats, not a damn stain on 'em
Throwin' in the crib, pour champagne on 'em

Yeah, fuck you if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' down the work on my table
All day, high, drunk and paper
Fuck you talkin' nigga 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, shawty do it for the
Ridin' clean, smokin'
Play with me and they hurt you
no squares in my circle
Mixin' Xans the dirty, smokin' purple

Brown bag money, it in the wall
Dirty money, I'm a LAX tryna the dog
I'm still dirty, a rap check
I was class 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, weed man love me
Yeah, I the big bills, re-cop with the 20s
I'm a real cat, in the drop with the bunny
Xanax and the cup's all muddy
I hit the A-Town, we got rich in
I'm in the H-Town with Montana
smoke in the air with the coke boys
Young motherfucker, yeah, I'm a boy

Yeah, you talk if you ain't talkin' paper
We be breakin' the work on my mama table
All day, high, and clockin' paper
Fuck you 'bout nigga if you ain't talkin' paper
All day, ridin' clean, 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

You already know what I'm 'bout, man
Brown bag money, pickin' up 200, 3, 4, 500 thousand at one
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 know I went from coke to hoe money
Grow money to show
To money