Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

It's not how you the game, it's how you win it
I cheat and and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock we you
The thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to

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

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

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

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

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

I get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
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 robbing
Giving to the poor and I always give
Becuase I got stories that JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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

{I'm never let them 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
the holy 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 reality since the day you were
And we the hot butter, on what? 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 that he
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
Amps and crossovers, under my hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the of my Fleetwood

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

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