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
Smokin' and on a Tuesday night

It's not how you play the game, 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 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 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 just three MC's and on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

More 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 Goodyear's

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And nobody wants to you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with 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, your friends, yo that's
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 and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more stories that JD's got
I hold the title and you are the

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

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

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

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

on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the clappin'
the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being very proud of MCs}

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

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

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