Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the by Powers, and we just made a banger

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

1: Joey Bada$$]
Gang with me in this bitch, ain't no fear, (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare
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, I must be on my fourth 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,
First class, on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered,
When you makin' bread, you need a toaster,

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

[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 a pair
Gotta watch my back, 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 grow a pair

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

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

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

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

Kirk Knight]
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
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 grow a pair