Luyện nghe bài hát Fish

These are the men who the crime families of America
I 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects
Of organized crime. And if one thing I'm sure of
It's that drugs destroy mind and destroy your home
In the end it'll lead our country into ruin

We eat fish, salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slanglord'll the Arabs
In the dope fiend, vocal chords switch laser
My sevens broke the slot machines out in Queens
Grey Poupon is rap, smack pawns, swing like batons
Most my niggas smoke like Hillshire
Check the gummy sole, underneath my shoe the tap
That bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills Iron he'll smoke the on duns
You run errands, Primatene is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow whole bench off the panel
Like roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a shoot, check this shit
I take it back to Playboy, stash in whips
Picture picks, shish kabobs and dashikis
Thousands civil marched, raised their fists in early

Now check this one, you must been stupid to miss this one
Donna shogun-ing flip a ton of
be the cash one, I step past one
Don't me blast one, I'm cold like eskimo flow
villain stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the out, she fiend to blow out
But I'm equipped with mad white, Morris The Rap got nine
I'll a few hundred thousand dollar dives
And then I still go down
Until the last I shine
When RZA do his thing motherfucker, do mine

Now, where I come from cats be carrying, marrying money
Fuck up your wife, get to life
we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling
Move and examine the fly shit, quick to buy shit
Chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
Castro suits plus depositing cash rule
Big time, play it Canadian wine
RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's mind
Now get colorful like money green
High roller coaster, Sosa, dollar nigga roaster
Yeah God, be having my whole laced
Now rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop
Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color
we'll pow with Germans in Suburbans
Twenty-four niggas with on, my own restaurant
Dons sending my sons membership
And still this paper scraper
Fake gators Jamaica, wizards be passing like Lakers
And it be from Lex Louis Rich Liberace
Fetus and blocking goals like hockey