Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a

[Chorus: Knight]
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 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 with me in this bitch, 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' the city with my top down
Gang me like a forcefield
We be good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork
Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my mill', yeah
I'm just livin' like I'm supposed to, yeah
First class, 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 posted it
me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the 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 don't even trust the niggas to me

[Chorus: Knight]
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 should a pair
Gotta my back, make sure the coast 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
time 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, city coast clear

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

[Verse 5: Gold]
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the
I'ma bust a couple grams, the gang like to smoke
We been rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone,
my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap
Niggas steppin' up to Joey, he even gotta scrap
Pow P, my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, my niggas 'til the death, that's on my back

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

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