Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just a banger

[Chorus: Kirk
Gotta 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 grow a pair
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

[Verse 1: Joey
Gang me in this bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare
Get shot down (Shot), ya block down (Block)
I'm ridin' round the city with my top down
Gang 'round me a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth
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 livin' like I'm supposed to, yeah
class, sippin' on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered,
When you bread, you need a toaster, yeah

[Verse 2: Meechy
I fucked your girl, I should've posted it
me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open
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 don't even trust the niggas to me

[Chorus: Kirk
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 grow a pair
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

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

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

[Verse 5: Gold]
to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a grams, know the gang like to smoke
We bustin' rubber 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
steppin' up to Joey, he don't even 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

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

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