Luyện nghe bài hát Deception

Don't let change ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
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Laah, di-dah,
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This is a of a kid
His name is
Who made money
the Count of Monte Crisco

He lived a style of life
money, women, cars
And he liked to bars, pubs and disco's
his livin' as a world famous rap star

When he first mic respect's
What he was
And so he got his mind
Day and night, and write

Constantly his art and
try to master
Started local battles
And his rep

Gave his a reputation
As the best
And life would do to him
All the cards that was

Pen and pad, stress
Would be his
his dues, doing shows
Now on track

In the lab, demos
songs fat
Then he quit his nine to
Finally his arrived
When he signed a label record contract

Don't let change ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laaaaah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

His first single was a overnight hit
And now he went from wearing rags to the best
All his new
his head, takin' it

To the point he lost proper perspective
cuttin' off the people
He up wit
Ego blown like his soul had been

Though his heart was once
Now material has
Up his world, and he couldn't get of it
Used to be the best of the rap dons

Now his one concern is goin' platinum
And his skills has decreased
And the inner ceased
Now content, just as long as and cash come

a big willie now, rappin' 'bout cars
Thousand dollar sprees
Hangin' out stars
I mean just a ago, he was broke
Bummin' money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin'

Don't let change ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Second L.P, my rap changes
today, gone tomorrow
Now his passed
Now the new boy
With the hip now

Second time everything isn't stable as
It once was, now lookin' for the same hit
But his sound is
He forget to wit

old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him
His rhymes appealin' anymore
And his ain't sellin' shit
Now he's dropped from his

And he's goin'
Tried the return
pass revoked
And the same faces he dissed
On his way, to the top
Laughed as they watched him do the

Now the moral of the story is that go
Why would money the inner vision crumble?
So if blessed with the talent
Utilize it to the
Be true to yourself and stay

Don't let money ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Don't let money ya!

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Don't let money ya!

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,