Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you hold a candle to it
Equinox and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

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

I once was lost but now I'm
The music washes over and one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth? The 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 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 notes well a man can play
for all, and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope

More Adidas sneakers a plumber's got pliers
Got more suitst Jacoby 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' at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause rhymes are damn frantic
I mix business with way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

I don't get blue, I mean red streak
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
Get even like 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 poor and I give thanks
Becuase I got more stories that JD's got
I hold the and you are the challenger

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

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

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 and check the funky dope musicians

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

Sippin on and mackin'
on the stage with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
{Being very proud of being

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

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

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