Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I rock the and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause some they had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to a fuse
They even had it on the
believe the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we knew you
still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers treat me Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
We're of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need 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 jealous can't stop the dunk
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, drink Clorox
Attack the black, I know they lack exact
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the
there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the scared 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, I'm gettin' mine
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 my show
You try to reach and and get elbowed
to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the of the bass 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
media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some I know are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their and pads I'll snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you the S1Ws will
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But what I got to
The says this