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 to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
to teach to all
'Cause some never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't 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 start of my jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a something
we knew you lacked
They consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The follower of
Don't tell me you understand
you hear the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't it do we?
fake that's 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 boomin' with a trunk of
All the jealous punks stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I they lack exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
They can't and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix in the night
know I'm livin' 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 this
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 bolos
Then they clear the lane I go
The of all of that
Some media is the
You believe it's true, it blows me the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I are damn devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't it back silly rabbit
I'm to my media 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 things you
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down to Armageddon
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 I got to give
The says this