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 cheat and steal and sin and I'm a
For those about to we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we to

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

And then the man upstairs, well I hope 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 notes well a man can
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust the Putney Swope sequel

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

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

I get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
Get even like Steven like a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Steal the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always thanks
I got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

I've got money like Charles
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 say that I don't love you}

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

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

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

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

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

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