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 and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday

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

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

And the man upstairs, well I hope that he cares
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 notes a man can play
Music for all, and not one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney sequel

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

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

I get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends, yo that's
Get even like Steven pulling a Rambo
Shadrach, Mesach,

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

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

I've got money like Dickens
I've got the girlies in the coup like the got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like the Harry S.
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E.

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

Well, my is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
And Adam's yoggin is and he's rockin of course
Smoke the chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the 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 since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter, on what? The

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

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

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

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