Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your style to my style, you can't a candle to it
Equinox and the balance is right
and drinkin' 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 about to rock we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds we to

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

And then the man upstairs, well I hope that he
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,

twenty four hours in a day
Only twelve well a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a plumber's got
Got more suitst than Jacoby and
If not for my vices and my bugged out
My year would be good 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 wine, and women, and song, and such

I don't get blue, I gotta mean red
You pay the band, your friends, yo that's weak
Get like Steven 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 and I always give thanks
Becuase I got more that JD's 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 like the S. Truman
I'm madder Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

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

Well, my noggin is 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 Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee
You like Mario 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

on wine and mackin'
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 that he
If I had a for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin the back of my Fleetwood

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

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