Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a 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 about to we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty we contribute to

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

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

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

Only four hours in a day
twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust 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 Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' at the atlantic antic
And wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with pleasure way too much
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 pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Steal the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more that JD's got Salinger
I the title and you are the challenger

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

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

Well, my noggin is hoggin' all of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is Yauch and rockin of course
Smoke the 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 he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

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

And the man upstairs I hope that he
If I had a penny for my 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,