Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the positive
push your panic buttons
Stop the press, it's 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 that violence
Don't fix drama, if you wanna have that karma
Go ask your mama, did you your third eye?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah and a low life sucka
Who stole a video of my brotha
And his wife they clothes

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

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

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

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

Who the standards? Who sets the lines?