Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

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

And the man upstairs, well I hope that he cares
If I had a for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're three 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 notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna with the Putney Swope sequel

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

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

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

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

from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always thanks
Becuase I got more stories that JD's got
I hold the title and you are the

I've got money like Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup like the got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like the S. Truman
I'm madder than Alfred E. Neuman

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

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is and he's rockin of course
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own
Rally round the stage and check the dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Lee Falwell
You like Mario Andretti he always drives his car well
circle of reality since 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 wave of fate, it don't ride me
{Being very of being MCs}

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

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

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