Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the people
Please push your buttons
Stop the press, those hypocritical judge
And condemning preacher, pens behind the desk

We protest against their stress, time time
Time to get that shit off our chest, I that violence
Don't fix drama, if you wanna have that good
Go ask your mama, did you your third eye?

Yeah and utilized my mental telepathy to get them
From T-Lee and the rest of the

Click, click camera flash, freeze, frame a
the past or if I had a gat, I probably would blast
But livin' life like that, probably would not

'Cause one day onto them leave you left
in the ground, your last tour date in a casket
With quadro

Who sets the standards? Who sets the
Who you? Or do rule yer minds?

The snitches, the bitches be takin'
Of the chances that be giving confidentiality
T-Bone gave a brotha love and he turned that shit 10 gs

And now it's he who sails the seas
Left us in the studio our tracks
And we're getting
Paparazzi got a satellite on my home-o

Uh-oh, a direct line that goes directly live to the
Tonight show, where they prep chefs
Cuttin' and choppin' with fake ass voice-o's

and supporting a low life sucka
Who stole a tape of my brotha
And his without they clothes

Now they pack shit in the publics nose
But ironically, my fellow peeps burn the trash up at our

Who the standards? Who sets the lines?
Who keeps feeding us ethnic tax
Levels n of occupation were all
parts in this universal creation

Who sets the standards? Who the lines?
Who Or do they rule yer minds?

See, we sick and of they tricks, we use in Voodoo
On the whole click and that hardcopy shit here
We're gonna give 'em a real topic for the new millennium quick

Who sets the Who sets the lines?