Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

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

Flush]
I call it cousin, this currency got me buggin
Streets'll thumpin, the loose rocks for
be smugglin, importin keys for the government
Other men, the street life to comprehend
Thugs and murderers, inside, power will you turn against
Your whole fam, up money inside the program
How much could I stand, two shots to grand
Ultimate crime plans, fam blocks for grands
I'm tryin to make a mill, for real, so chill, let the God
Reality, on this tax free drug salary
Wit real mentality, straight through galaxy
My mind rather be, as you never heard me
Flush, your black majesty, another reason of
These is baggin me, Wastlanz forever be
Drug tech's and felonies, so what the you tellin me?
Overseas, this currency, I it real confident

4X]

[Phenom
Fuck felony cases, prints, names 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
the chrome, so the stay 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
It's no stoppin, till my life go
I react, empty a two clips up in his back
Fuckin up a g pack, trickin on the hood rat
Peace to murder stack, keep these format
Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's
Wastlanz, my fam, the grand's you
'cause I'm soon to blow the world, big Pacino

4X]

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

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