Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is
Smokin' and drinkin' on a 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 we salute you
The thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to

I was lost but now I'm found
The music washes 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, well I hope that he
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
We're just MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

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

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

I don't get blue, I mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo that's
Get like Steven like pulling a Rambo
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 give thanks
I got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the

I've got like Charles 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 Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

{I'm gonna let them say that I don't love you}

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and he's of course
the holy 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 since the day you born
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being proud of being 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 tell us what to do? no
Shadrach, Mesach,

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