Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the positive
Please push your panic
Stop the press, those hypocritical judge
And preacher, with pens behind the desk

We protest 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 third

Yeah and utilized my telepathy to get them 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 would
But life like that, probably would not last

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

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

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

And now he who sails the seven seas
Left us in the studio trackin' our
And we're getting
Paparazzi got a 24-7 on my home-o

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

Yeah and supporting a low life
Who stole a tape of my brotha
And his wife without they

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

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

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 whole click and that hardcopy shit here
We're gonna give 'em a topic for the new millennium real quick

Who the standards? Who sets the lines?