Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

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

And then the man upstairs, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my 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
twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope

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

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

I don't get blue, I mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo that's
Get even Steven like pulling 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 got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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

{I'm never gonna let them say that I don't you}

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all 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 check the dope musicians

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

on wine and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the hands
Ride the wave of fate, it ride me holmes
{Being proud of being MCs}

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

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

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