Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the positive
Please push panic buttons
the press, it's those hypocritical judge
And condemning preacher, pens behind the desk

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

Yeah and utilized my mental telepathy to get away
From and the rest of the posse

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

'Cause somebody one day onto them you left
Deep in the ground, last tour date in a casket
With sounds

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

The snitches, the bitches be advantages
Of the chances that be giving confidentiality
T-Bone a brotha love and he turned that shit into 10 gs

And now it's he who sails the seven
Left us in the studio our tracks
And we're freaky-o
Paparazzi got a 24-7 on my home-o

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

and supporting a low life sucka
Who stole a video tape of my
And his wife without clothes

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

Who sets the standards? Who sets the
Who keeps feeding us separation tax
Levels n levels of were all
Significant parts in this universal

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

See, we sick and tired of they tricks, we use in
On the rag-mag click and that hardcopy shit here
gonna give 'em a real topic for the new millennium real quick

Who sets the standards? Who sets the