Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

I once was but now I'm found
The music washes over and one with 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, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
just three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

twenty 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 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 pickin' pockets at the atlantic
And nobody wants to hear you your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business pleasure way too much
You wine, and women, and song, and such

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Mario Andretti 'cause he always 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'
the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being very proud of MCs}

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

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

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