Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

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

And the man upstairs, well I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
We're just three and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Only twenty 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 sneakers that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst than 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' at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too
You wine, and women, and song, and such

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

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

Steal from the and I'm out robbing banks
to the poor and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more stories that JD's got
I hold the and you are the challenger

I've got money Charles Dickens
I've got the in the coup like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out like the Harry S. Truman
I'm than Mad's 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 of course
Smoke the holy chalice, got my own
Rally round the stage and the funky dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives 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 with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
very proud of being MCs}

And the man upstairs I that 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 from the of my Fleetwood

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

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