Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you hold a candle to it
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a night

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

I once was lost but now I'm
The music washes and you're 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 penny for my thoughts I'd be a
We're just three and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

twenty four hours in a day
Only notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

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

So I'm out pickin' at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause rhymes are damn frantic
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 weak
Get even like like pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing
Giving to the and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more stories that got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

got money like Charles 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 madder than Mad's Alfred E.

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

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

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality the day you were born
And we the hot butter, on what? The popcorn

Sippin on and mackin'
Rockin on the stage with all the clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
very proud of being MCs}

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

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

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