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 drinkin' on a Tuesday

not how you play 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 thoughts for dirty we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm
The music over and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm starting to 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 MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Only twenty four in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
Music for all, and not just one
And now we're gonna bust with the Swope sequel

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

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

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

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

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

I've got like Charles 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 Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

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

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

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

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the wave of fate, it ride me holmes
{Being very of being MCs}

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

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

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