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

And then the man upstairs, well I 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 a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a got pliers
Got more suitst than and Meyers
If not for my vices and my out desires
My year would be just like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the atlantic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are 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 pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

I've got money like Dickens
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 Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

{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 and he's rockin of course
Smoke the chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope

Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Mario '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 wine and
Rockin on the with all the hands clappin'
the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being proud of being MCs}

And the man upstairs I hope 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 back of my

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

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