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 balance is
and drinkin' on a Tuesday night

It's not how you play the game, how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a
For those about to rock we you
The dirty 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 shall inherit the earth? The meek
And yo, I think I'm starting to now, Al

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

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

twenty four hours in a day
Only twelve notes a man can play
for all, and not just one people
And now gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

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

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

I don't get blue, I gotta mean red
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
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 girlies in the coup like the got the chickens
And I always go out like the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

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

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

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

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

And the man I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
Amps and crossovers, under my hood
the bass 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,