Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a to it
Equinox symmetry and the is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

not how you play the game, it's how you win it
I and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to we salute you
The dirty for dirty minds we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm
The music over and you're one with the sound
Well, who inherit the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm to peak now, Al

And then the man upstairs, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
just three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Only twenty hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
Music for all, and not just one
And now we're bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst than Jacoby and
If not for my vices and my bugged out
My year would be good just Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pockets at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure way too much
You wine, and women, and song, and such

I don't get blue, I mean red streak
You don't pay the band, friends, yo that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,

Steal the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always give
Becuase I got more stories that got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

I've got money like Dickens
I've got the in the coup like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out like the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E.

{I'm never gonna let say that I don't love you}

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own
Rally round the stage and the funky dope musicians

Like Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car
Vicious circle of since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage with all the clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't me holmes
{Being very proud of MCs}

And the man upstairs I that he cares
If I had a for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
and crossovers, under my rear hood
Becuase the bass is from the back of my Fleetwood

They us what to do? Hell no
Shadrach, Mesach,

Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,
Shadrach, Mesach,