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
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a night

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

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

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

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

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 good like Goodyear's tires

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

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,

Steal from the and I'm out robbing banks
Giving to the poor and I give thanks
I got more stories 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 got the chickens
And I always go out dapper the Harry S. Truman
I'm madder Mad's Alfred E. Neuman

{I'm never gonna let them say that I love you}

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

Like Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Andretti 'cause he always drives 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 hope that he
If I had a penny for my I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers, under my hood
Becuase the bass is bumpin from the back of my

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

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