Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

Power to the positive
Please your panic buttons
the press, it's those hypocritical judge
And condemning preacher, with pens 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 good
Go ask your mama, did you your third eye?

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

Click, click flash, freeze, frame a time
From the or if I had a gat, I probably would blast
But livin' 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 quadro

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

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

And now it's he who the seven seas
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 like chefs
Cuttin' and choppin' their fake ass voice-o's

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

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

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

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

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

Who sets the standards? Who sets the