Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the people
Please push your buttons
Stop the press, it's those judge
And condemning preacher, with pens behind the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah and supporting a low sucka
Who a video tape of my brotha
And his wife without they

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

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

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

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

Who the standards? Who sets the lines?