Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the positive
Please push your panic
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 violence
Don't fix drama, if you wanna that good karma
Go ask your mama, did you uncover your third

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

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

The snitches, the bitches be takin'
Of the chances that they be 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 trackin' our
And getting freaky-o
got a satellite 24-7 on my home-o

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

Yeah and supporting a low life
Who stole a video tape of my
And his wife they clothes

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

Who sets the standards? Who sets the
Who keeps feeding us ethnic tax
Levels n of occupation 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 tricks, we use in Voodoo
On the rag-mag click and that hardcopy shit here
We're gonna give 'em a real topic for the new real quick

Who sets the standards? Who sets the