Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to blow a
They even had it on the
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a something
we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new
All the critics you can 'em
I'll hold the
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 rap game
treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the jealous can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the
Remember there's a need to get
I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They 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
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 can't swing
Just a bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some it, defy if I swing bolos
they clear the lane I go solo
The of all of that
media is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some I know are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't have it silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But what I got to
The says this