Luyện nghe bài hát Deception

Don't let change ya
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is a story of a kid
His name is
Who made money
Than the Count of Monte

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

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

his art and craft
He'd try to
Started local battles
And his rep

his crew a reputation
As the crew
And what would do to him
All the cards was hard

Pen and pad, relief
be his refuge
Paid his dues, doing
Now he's on

In the lab, pumping
Makin' fat
Then he quit his nine to
Finally his arrived
When he a major label record contract

Don't let money ya
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His first was a overnight success hit
And now he went from wearing rags to the best
All his new
his head, takin' it

To the point where he proper perspective
Started off the people
He up wit
Ego blown like his had been abducted

Though his heart was real
Now has filled
Up his world, and he get enough of it
Used to be the best of the rap dons

Now his only one concern is goin'
And his skills has decreased
And the hunger ceased
Now content, just as long as fame and come

He's a big willie now, 'bout cars
Thousand shoppin' sprees
Hangin' out stars
I mean just a ago, he was broke
money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors

Don't let money ya
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Laah, di-dah,
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Second L.P, my rap fast
today, gone tomorrow
Now his label
Now the new boy
the hip now sound

Second time around isn't stable as
It once was, now he's for the same hit
But his is played
He to change wit

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

And goin' broke
Tried the underground
Ghetto 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 make the inner crumble?
So if you're with the talent
Utilize it to the
Be true to yourself and humble

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