Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just a banger

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

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

[Verse 2: Darko]
I just your girl, I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I floated
Tongue out, Jordan on the lane
it out, .40 with the scope and beam
Don't make me have to it smokin', yeah
Dead, red
Paranoia, get close to me
I don't even trust the close to me

Kirk Knight]
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 coast clear,
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all
You a cop-out, you grow a pair

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

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

[Verse 5: Gold]
to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang to smoke
We been bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the
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 don't even gotta
Pow P, my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, my niggas 'til 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 when the clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here,

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