Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you for the same thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
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
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused without
I refused to blow a
They had it on the news
believe 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 you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll hold the
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The follower of
Don't tell me that you
Until you the man
The book of the new school rap
treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
Some claim I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the
Comin' the school of hard knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the
Remember there's a 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 c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
Just a 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 I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some is the whack
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media says