Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

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

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

4X]

[Phenom
felony cases, finger prints, names and faces
Get rich snitch in places you escape
I hate, this fate I was dealt in this game
That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to
Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I out the boat
Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay
When the jiggs come, cock the guns, back though
Got the calico, to shatter through their teflon and
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, money on the hood rat
Peace to murder stack, keep these format
Try and a, supreme my team, it be cat that's phat
Wastlanz, my fam, the you know
I'm soon to blow the world, big Phenom Pacino

4X]

[Green
measure, endeavors to get the treasures
It's all about steam cream and beams
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, clocks and property, to streets
Choppin keys for prophecy, the street proceed in the year 3
Constantly 'cause solidatin enterprisin devise the scheme
Eyes Green straight from outta
To seen my shinin gleam, hundred shot
Blowin out niggas spleens, whoever
I see my dreams, to do my thing to make tangible
My fam is unmanageable, chop ya off and hand them to you
Makin moves, to state weight sales
In school, rule, my Wastlanz fam stays true

to fade]