Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a to it
Equinox symmetry and the 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 thoughts for dirty minds we contribute to

I was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm starting to now, Al

And the man upstairs, well I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
We're three MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Only twenty hours in a day
Only twelve notes a man can play
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 than Jacoby and
If not for my and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the antic
And wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn frantic
I mix with pleasure way too much
You know wine, and women, and song, and

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the man upstairs I hope that he
If I had a for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my rear
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,