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 and the balance is right
Smokin' and on a Tuesday 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 rock we you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we to

I once was but now I'm found
The music over and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm 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 four hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
for all, and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney sequel

More Adidas sneakers a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst than 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 to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

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

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

Steal from the rich and I'm out robbing
to the poor and I always give thanks
Becuase I got stories 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 Colonel's got the
And I always go out dapper the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

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

Well, my noggin is 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 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 love the hot butter, on what? The

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

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