Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

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To executioners, all the murderers, dealers, burglars
traffickers, gun runners, gat clappers

[Royal
I call it cousin, this currency got me buggin
thumpin, the loose rocks for jugglin
Shorties be smugglin, importin for the government
men, choose the street life to comprehend
Thugs and murderers, inside, power have you turn against
Your fam, fuckin up money inside the program
How much could I stand, two shots to 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 drug salary
Wit real mentality, bustin straight through
My mind be, lost as you never heard me
Flush, your black majesty, another reason of
is never baggin me, Wastlanz forever be
Drug tech's and felonies, so the fuck you tellin me?
Overseas, currency, I keep it real confident

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[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
That's why I utilize, in my mind, to maintain
Caught the six fifths and coke, plus I out the boat
Styrofoam the chrome, so the stay
When the jiggs come, the guns, bustin back though
Got the calico, to shatter through teflon and window
An all out war for stack, the crime of crack
no stoppin, till my life go black
When I react, a two clips up in his back
Fuckin up a g pack, trickin on the hood rat
Peace to murder stack, keep these drugs
Try and a, supreme my team, it be that cat that's
Wastlanz, my fam, the you know
'cause I'm soon to the world, big Phenom Pacino

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

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