Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
They even had it on the
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we you lacked
They still consider me a new
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
We're brothers of the same mind,
in the middle and
Not
I don't for the sake of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's fake that's it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm mine
I get on the mix late in the
know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you swing this
a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some I know are damn devils
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm going' to my media
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the hard jams, it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But I got to give
The media says