Luyện nghe bài hát Deception

Don't let money ya
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is a story of a kid
His name is
Who made more
Than the Count of Crisco

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

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

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

Gave his crew a
As the best
And what life do to him
All the that was hard

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

In the lab, demos
songs fat
Then he quit his to five
Finally his time
he signed a major label record contract

Don't let money ya
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Laaaaah, di-dah,
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Laah, di-dah,
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His first single was a success hit
And now he went wearing rags to the best fits
All his new
his head, takin' it

To the point where he proper perspective
Started off the people
He up wit
Ego blown like his soul had abducted

Though his heart was real
Now material has
Up his world, and he get enough of it
Used to wanna be the of the rap dons

Now his only one concern is platinum
And his skills has decreased
And the hunger ceased
Now content, just as long as fame and come

He's a big now, rappin' 'bout cars
Thousand dollar sprees
out with stars
I mean just a year ago, he was
Bummin' money, out the 40 bottle, livin' outdoors

let money change ya
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Laah, di-dah,
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L.P, my rap changes fast
Here today, gone
Now his label
Now the new boy
the hip now sound

Second time around everything stable as
It once was, now he's for the same hit
But his sound is
He forget to wit

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

And goin' broke
the underground return
Ghetto revoked
And the same faces he dissed
On his way, to the top
as they watched him do the downstroke

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

Don't let change 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,