Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
some they never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
even had it on the news
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a something
That we knew you
They still consider me a new
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But hope to the pope
And pray it ain't
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
Leader of the new school,
played the fool, just made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I know the time, I'm gettin' 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
to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing
Then they clear the lane I go
The of all of that
Some media is the
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this