Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

[Chorus 4X:
To executioners, all the murderers, drug dealers,
Interstate traffickers, gun runners, gat

[Royal
I call it cousin, this currency got me buggin
Streets'll thumpin, the loose for jugglin
Shorties be smugglin, importin for the government
Other men, choose the street to comprehend
Thugs and murderers, inside, power will have you against
Your whole fam, fuckin up inside the program
How could I stand, two shots to third grand
Ultimate crime plans, this fam blocks for
I'm tryin to a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build
Reality, based on this tax free salary
Wit real mentality, bustin straight through
My mind rather be, lost as you never me
Flush, black majesty, another reason of tragedy
These is never me, Wastlanz forever be
Drug tech's and felonies, so what the you tellin me?
Overseas, this currency, I keep it confident

4X]

[Phenom
felony cases, finger prints, names and faces
Get rich niggas snitch in you escape
I hate, fate that I was dealt in this game
That's why I utilize, in my mind, to maintain
Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I jumped out the
Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay
When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin back
Got the calico, to shatter through teflon and window
An all out war for stack, the crime of crack
It's no stoppin, till my life go
When I react, empty a two up in his back
Fuckin up a g pack, money on the hood rat
Peace to stack, keep these drugs format
Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's
Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you
'cause I'm to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino

4X]

[Green
Precautionary measure, endeavors to get the
It's all about cream and inferred beams
It seams, my team'll reign supreme inside this drug thing
Above thing, our thug sling, my queen
Got me up in Flush, Queens, buildin like
Yaks, and property, shout to streets
Choppin keys for prophecy, the street proceed in the year 3
Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin devise the scheme
Eyes Green straight outta Queens
To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot
Blowin out spleens, whoever intervene
I see my dreams, to do my thing to them tangible
My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand to you
Makin moves, to state weight sales
In school, cash rule, my fam stays true

to fade]