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 balance is
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 to rock we salute you
The thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm
The music washes and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth? The 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 thoughts I'd be a
just three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

More sneakers that a plumber's got pliers
Got more than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's

So I'm out pockets at the atlantic antic
And wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too
You know wine, and women, and song, and

I don't get blue, I gotta mean red
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo weak
Get even like Steven like 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 always thanks
Becuase I got stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the

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

{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 stage and check the funky dope

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

Sippin on and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it ride me holmes
{Being very of being MCs}

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

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

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