Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your style to my style, you hold a candle to it
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a night

not how you play the game, it's 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 lost but now I'm
The music washes over and you're one with the
Well, who shall the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I I'm starting to peak now, Al

And then the man upstairs, I hope that he cares
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,

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

More Adidas that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst 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 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 red streak
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,

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

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

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

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

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

Sippin on and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the of fate, it don't ride me holmes
very proud of being MCs}

And the man upstairs I hope he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my rear
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,