Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the people
push your panic buttons
Stop the press, it's those hypocritical
And preacher, with pens behind the desk

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

Yeah and utilized my telepathy to get them away
T-Lee and the rest of the posse

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

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

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

The snitches, the bitches be advantages
Of the chances that they be confidentiality
T-Bone gave a 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 getting freaky-o
Paparazzi got a satellite on my home-o

Uh-oh, with a direct line that goes directly to the
Tonight show, where they prep chefs
Cuttin' and choppin' with their 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 that shit in the publics
But ironically, my peeps burn the trash up at our shows

Who sets the standards? Who sets the
Who feeding us ethnic separation tax
Levels n levels of occupation all
Significant in this universal creation

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

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

Who sets the standards? Who the lines?