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 steal and sin and I'm a
For about to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty we contribute to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, my is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's is Yauch and he's rockin of course
the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally the stage and check the funky dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You like Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car
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 with all the hands clappin'
Ride the of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being proud 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, my rear hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my

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

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