Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle 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 and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to we salute you
The dirty thoughts for minds we contribute to

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

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

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

Only twenty four in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
for all, and not just one people
And now we're bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More sneakers that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst than Jacoby and
If not for my and my bugged out desires
My would be good just like 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 wine, and women, and song, and such

I don't get blue, I gotta red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo weak
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
Giving to the poor and I always give
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 like the got the chickens
And I always go out dapper the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder than Alfred E. Neuman

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

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

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

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

And the man I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my rear
Becuase the bass is from the back of my Fleetwood

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

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