Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

I was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the The meek shall
And yo, I I'm starting to peak now, Al

And then the man upstairs, well I hope he cares
If I had a for my thoughts 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
twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not just one
And now we're bust with the Putney Swope sequel

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

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

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

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

from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the and I always give thanks
I got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

I've got like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup like the Colonel's got the
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 love you}

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is and he's rockin 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 like Mario 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you born
And we love the hot butter, on The popcorn

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
{Being very proud of being

And the man upstairs I hope he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, my rear hood
Becuase the is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood

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

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