Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the roll below the
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
Some people know
The could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause they 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 to blow 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 you all a little something
That we you lacked
They still consider me a new
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But they hope to the
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the jealous punks can't stop the
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, 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, plus I'm the
can't 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
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
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 this
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The of all of that
media is the whack
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't the hype
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says