Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

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

Flush]
I can't it cousin, this currency got me buggin
Streets'll thumpin, the rocks for jugglin
Shorties be smugglin, importin for the government
Other men, the street life to comprehend
Thugs and murderers, inside, will have you turn against
Your whole fam, fuckin up money the program
How much could I stand, two shots to third
crime plans, this fam blocks for grands
I'm tryin to a mill, for real, so chill, let the God build
Reality, based on this tax free drug
Wit mentality, bustin straight through galaxy
My mind be, lost as you never heard me
Flush, your black majesty, another of tragedy
These is baggin me, Wastlanz forever be
Drug tech's and felonies, so what the fuck you me?
Overseas, currency, I keep it real confident

4X]

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

4X]

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

to fade]