Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your style to my style, you hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is
and drinkin' on a Tuesday night

It's not how you the game, it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a
For those about to rock we you
The dirty thoughts for dirty we contribute to

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

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

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

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

More Adidas sneakers that a got pliers
Got more suitst Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like tires

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

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

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

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

I've got money like Charles
got the girlies in the coup like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like the Harry S.
I'm than Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

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

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all kinds of
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and he's of course
Smoke the chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the and check the funky dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee or Jerry Lee Falwell
You Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality the day you were born
And we love the hot butter, on The popcorn

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

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

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

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