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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah and a low life sucka
Who a video tape of my brotha
And his wife without clothes

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

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

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

See, we sick and of they 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 millennium quick

Who sets the standards? Who sets the