Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

It's not how you play the game, 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 once was lost but now I'm
The music washes over and you're one with the
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 hope that he
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
just three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

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

So I'm out pickin' at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with pleasure way too much
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 Steven like pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

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

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

Well, my is hoggin' 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 and check the funky dope musicians

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

on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
the wave of fate, it don't ride 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
Amps and crossovers, my rear hood
the bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood

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

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