Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

I once was lost but now I'm
The music washes over and you're one with the
Well, who shall inherit the 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
We're just MC's and we're on the go
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

Only four hours in a day
Only twelve notes well a man can
Music for all, and not just one
And now gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers a plumber's got pliers
Got suitst than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my vices and my bugged out
My would be good just like Goodyear's tires

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

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

Steal from the and I'm out robbing banks
to the poor and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more that JD's got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

I've got like Charles Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup like the Colonel's got the
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 I don't love you}

Well, my noggin is all kinds of thoughts
And yoggin is Yauch and he's rockin of course
the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and 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 The popcorn

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

And the man upstairs I that he cares
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
and crossovers, under my rear hood
Becuase the is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood

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

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