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 on a Tuesday 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 about to rock we salute you
The dirty for dirty minds we contribute to

I was lost but now I'm found
The music over and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth? The shall
And yo, I think I'm starting to now, Al

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steal from the rich and I'm out banks
Giving to the poor and I give thanks
Becuase I got stories that JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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 Harry S.
I'm madder than Mad's E. Neuman

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

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

Like Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of since 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 very of being MCs}

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

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

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