Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

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

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

I was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the
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 that he cares
If I had a penny for my 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,

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

More Adidas sneakers that a plumber's got
Got more than Jacoby and Meyers
If not for my and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's

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

I don't get blue, I gotta mean red
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 always thanks
Becuase I got more stories JD's got Salinger
I hold the and you are the challenger

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

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

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

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

Sippin on wine and
Rockin on the stage all the hands clappin'
Ride the of fate, it don't ride me holmes
{Being very 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
the bass is bumpin from the back of my Fleetwood

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

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