Luyện nghe bài hát International Currency

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

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

4X]

[Phenom
Fuck felony cases, prints, names and faces
Get rich niggas snitch in you escape
I hate, this fate that I was dealt in game
That's why I utilize, crime in my mind, to
Caught the six fifths and coke, I jumped out the boat
the chrome, so the stay float
When the jiggs come, cock the guns, bustin though
Got the calico, to through their teflon and window
An all out war for stack, the crime king of
no stoppin, till my life go black
When I react, a two clips up in his back
Fuckin up a g pack, money on the hood rat
Peace to murder stack, these drugs 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 about steam cream and inferred
It seams, my 'Lanz reign supreme inside this drug thing
thing, our thug sling, my lovin queen
Got me up in Flush, Queens, like Monopoly
Yaks, and property, shout to streets
keys for prophecy, the street prophecy proceed in the year 3
Constantly ridin 'cause solidatin devise the scheme
Eyes Green straight from outta
To seen my shinin gleam, shot magazine
Blowin out spleens, whoever intervene
I see my dreams, to do my to make them tangible
My fam is unmanageable, chop ya hands off and hand to you
Makin moves, state to state weight
In school, cash rule, my fam stays true

to fade]