Luyện nghe bài hát Coast/Clear

Got the by Powers, and we just made a banger

[Chorus: Kirk
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 sure the 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

1: Joey Bada$$]
Gang me in this bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the and bitch I won't spare none
Get shot (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm round the city with my top down
Gang me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some up on my fork still
Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my mill', yeah
I'm just livin' life like I'm 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 girl, I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I 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, get close to me
I don't trust the niggas close to me

[Chorus: Knight]
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear,
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, 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 grow a pair

[Verse 3: Juice]
Every 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, every city coast

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

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

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

[Chorus: Kirk
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 grow a
watch my back, make 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 should grow a