Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

I once was lost but now I'm
The washes over and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm starting to now, Al

And the man upstairs, well 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 just one
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope

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

So I'm out pockets at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure 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 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 like Charles
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

{I'm gonna let them say that I don't love you}

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

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

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
{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
and crossovers, under my rear hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my

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

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