Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people 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 they never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I to blow a fuse
They had it on the news
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a something
That we knew you
They consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But hope to the pope
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're of the same 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 never of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, I know they 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 the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
Just a bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, if I swing bolos
Then they the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
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 believe the
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media this