Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't a candle to it
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

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

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

And then the man upstairs, 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 twenty hours in a day
twelve notes well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney 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 year would be just like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too
You wine, and women, and song, and such

I don't get blue, I mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo that's
Get even like Steven like 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 stories that got Salinger
I hold the title and you are the

got money like Charles 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 Mad's 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 Yauch and he's 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 his car well
Vicious of reality since the day you were born
And we the hot butter, on what? The popcorn

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
the wave of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being 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, under my rear
Becuase the bass is bumpin the back of my Fleetwood

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

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