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 below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They claim that I'm a
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 they never had
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to blow a
They had it on the news
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we knew you
They still me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll hold the
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the 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 heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't 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 of funk
All the jealous can't stop the dunk
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The cold facts, and still 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 radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
They can't c'mon and play me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm mine
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
a little bit of the taste 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 meaning of all of
media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their and pads I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush 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 media this