Luyện nghe bài hát Hypocritical

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

We protest against negative stress, time time
to get that shit off our chest, I know that violence
Don't fix drama, if you have that good karma
Go ask your mama, did you uncover your third

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

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

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

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

The snitches, the bitches be takin'
Of the chances that they be giving
gave a brotha love and he turned that shit into 10 gs

And now it's he who sails the seven
Left us in the trackin' our tracks
And we're getting
got a satellite 24-7 on my home-o

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

Yeah and supporting a low life
Who stole a video of my brotha
And his without they clothes

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

Who the standards? Who sets the lines?
Who keeps feeding us separation tax
Levels n levels of occupation all
Significant parts in this creation

Who sets the Who sets 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 that hardcopy here
We're gonna give 'em a real topic for the new millennium quick

Who sets the standards? Who the lines?