Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

twenty four hours in a day
Only notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not just one
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 and my bugged out desires
My year would be just like Goodyear's tires

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

I don't get blue, I gotta red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo 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 banks
Giving to the poor and I give thanks
I got more stories that JD's got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

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

{I'm never gonna let them say that I love you}

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

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

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

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

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

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