Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the by Powers, and we just made a banger

Kirk 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 should grow a
Gotta watch my back, make 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 a pair

[Verse 1: Joey
Gang with me in this bitch, ain't no fear, (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare
Get shot down (Shot), ya block down (Block)
Said I'm round the city 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 beef up on my fork still
Ballin' now, bitch, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just life like I'm supposed to, yeah
class, sippin' on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered,
you makin' bread, you need a toaster, yeah

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

Kirk Knight]
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 a pair
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

[Verse 3: Juice]
Every time I wake up, put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that 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, me where I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout ho shit
My baby jumpin' like a ocean, yeah

[Verse 5: Issa
to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, the gang like to smoke
We bustin' rubber bands, lighters 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 gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, my niggas 'til the death, that's on my back

6: Nyck Caution]
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the
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 Pros here,

[Chorus: Kirk
watch my back, make sure 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 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 grow a pair