Luyện nghe bài hát Shadrach

Riddle me this my brother, can you it?
Your style to my style, you hold a candle to it
symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and on a Tuesday night

not how you play the game, it's how you win it
I cheat and and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to we salute 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 the sound
Well, who inherit the earth? The meek shall
And yo, I think I'm to peak now, Al

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

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

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

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

So I'm out pickin' at the atlantic antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are damn
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 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,

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

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

{I'm never 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
the holy chalice, got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope

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

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

And the man upstairs I hope he cares
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,