Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just a banger

[Chorus: Kirk
watch 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 my back, make sure the coast 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

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

2: Meechy Darko]
I just fucked your girl, I should've it
me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open
Thug it out, .40 with the and beam
Don't make me have to it smokin', yeah
Dead, red
Paranoia, don't get to me
I don't trust the niggas close to me

[Chorus: Knight]
Gotta watch my back, 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 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 should grow a

[Verse 3: Zombie
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
Touch down, every city coast

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

5: Issa Gold]
Cheers to the coast, a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, the gang like to smoke
We been bustin' rubber bands, up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone,
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my
Niggas steppin' up to Joey, he don't even scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my 'til the death, that's on my back

[Verse 6: Caution]
Life is a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, it, I'm a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the here, yeah

[Chorus: Knight]
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 should a pair
watch my back, make sure 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