Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we made a banger

[Chorus: Knight]
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 grow a
Gotta watch my back, make 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 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 spare none
Get down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm ridin' round the city my top down
Gang 'round me a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my meal
Called it out, yeah, I got beef up on my fork still
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 need a toaster,

[Verse 2: Meechy
I just fucked your girl, I should've it
Text me the addy I floated there
out, Jordan on the open lane
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 even the niggas close to me

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

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

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

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

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

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