Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just a banger

[Chorus: Kirk
Gotta watch my back, make the coast clear, yeah
If you from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all
You a cop-out, you should a pair
Gotta watch my back, make the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a in the air
Pop out, 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should a pair

[Verse 1: Bada$$]
Gang with me in bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't none
Get shot down (Shot), beat ya down (Block)
Said I'm ridin' round the city my top down
Gang 'round me like a
We be eating good, swear I be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork
Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my fourth mill',
I'm just life like I'm supposed to, yeah
class, sippin' on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered,
When you makin' bread, you a toaster, yeah

[Verse 2: Darko]
I just fucked your girl, I should've it
Text me the then I floated there
out, Jordan on the open lane
Thug it out, .40 with the and beam
Don't make me to leave it smokin', yeah
Dead, red
Paranoia, don't get to me
I don't even the niggas close to me

Kirk Knight]
Gotta my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all
You a cop-out, you should a pair
Gotta watch my back, make the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a

3: Zombie Juice]
Every time I wake up, put one in the air
You that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here
Hop out, you can it in the air
Touch down, every city coast

[Verse 4: Erick The
Flatbush nigga, trap, out on Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho
My lil' baby jumpin' a ocean, yeah

[Verse 5: Issa
Cheers to the coast, a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a grams, know the gang like to smoke
We bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my
Niggas steppin' up to Joey, he even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas the death, that's on my back

[Verse 6: Nyck
Life is like a roadblock, swerve the potholes
They try to cop out, fuck it, I'm a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise the smoke clear
Zombies, UA me, and the Pros here, yeah

[Chorus: Kirk
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear,
If you from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all
You a cop-out, you grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a in the air
Pop out, 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you grow a pair