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 more money
the Count of Monte Crisco

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

When he first started mic
he was after
And so he got inside his
Day and night, and write

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

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

Pen and pad, stress
Would be his
Paid his dues, shows
Now on track

In the lab, demos
songs fat
Then he quit his nine to
Finally his arrived
When he signed a major label record

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 rags to the best fits
All his new
his head, takin' it

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

Though his heart was once
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 is goin' platinum
And his has since decreased
And the inner hunger
Now content, just as long as fame and cash

He's a big willie now, 'bout cars
Thousand shoppin' sprees
Hangin' out stars
I mean just a year ago, he was
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,

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

Second time everything isn't stable as
It once was, now lookin' for the same hit
But his sound is
He forget to wit

old hit rhymes, no one feelin' him
His rhymes appealin' anymore
And his ain't sellin' shit
Now he's from his label

And goin' broke
Tried the return
Ghetto pass
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 make the inner vision
So if you're with the talent
it to the fullest
Be true to yourself and humble

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

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

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