Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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 the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I I'm starting to peak now, Al

And the man upstairs, well I hope that he cares
If I had a for my thoughts 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 gonna with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst Jacoby 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' pockets at the antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are frantic
I mix business with way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

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

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

Steal from the and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I always thanks
Becuase I got more stories that got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

I've got 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 Alfred E. Neuman

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

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

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

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the with all the hands clappin'
the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being proud of being MCs}

And the man I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a
Amps and crossovers, my rear hood
the bass 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,