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 the level
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never 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 some never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused without
I refused to blow a
They even had it on the
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a something
That we you lacked
They still consider me a new
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But hope to the pope
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
Until you the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers treat me 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 for the sake of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
say I never 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

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's with 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, 'cause I know they exact
The cold facts, and they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
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
They can't c'mon and play me in primetime
I know the time, plus 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
Word to herb, yo if you 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 clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
media is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their and pads I'll snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media this