Luyện nghe bài hát Deception

Don't let change ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

This is a of a kid
His name is
Who made money
Than the of Monte Crisco

He lived a style of life
Fast money, women,
And he liked to frequent bars, pubs and
his livin' as a world famous rap star

When he started mic respect's
What he was
And so he got his mind
Day and night, and he'd

Constantly his art and
He'd try to
Started winnin' battles
And his rep

Gave his crew a
As the best
And what would do to him
All the cards that was

Pen and pad, relief
be his refuge
Paid his dues, doing
Now he's on

In the lab, pumping
songs fat
Then he quit his to five
Finally his arrived
When he signed a major label contract

let money change ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laaaaah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

His first single was a overnight hit
And now he went from wearing to the best fits
All his new
Gassed his head, it

To the point where he lost perspective
cuttin' off the people
He up wit
Ego blown like his had been abducted

his heart was once real
Now has filled
Up his world, and he couldn't get of it
to wanna be the best of the rap dons

Now his one concern is goin' platinum
And his skills has since
And the inner hunger
Now content, just as long as fame and cash

He's a big willie now, rappin' cars
dollar shoppin' sprees
Hangin' out with
I mean just a ago, he was broke
money, drinkin' out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors

Don't let money ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,

Second L.P, my rap fast
Here today, tomorrow
Now his passed
Now the new boy
the hip now sound

Second time around everything isn't as
It once was, now he's for the same hit
But his is played
He to change wit

Them old hit rhymes, no one him
His ain't appealin' anymore
And his records ain't shit
Now he's dropped his label

And he's broke
Tried the underground
Ghetto revoked
And the faces that he dissed
On his way, to the top
Laughed as they him do the downstroke

Now the moral of the story is that go
Why would money the inner vision crumble?
So if blessed with the talent
it to the fullest
Be to yourself and stay humble

Don't let money ya
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Don't let money ya!

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Don't let money ya!

Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,
Laah, di-dah,
Lah-di-dah,