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 below the
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party 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 to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
They had it on the news
believe the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I you all a little something
That we you lacked
still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But hope to the pope
And pray it ain't
The of Farrakhan
Don't me that you understand
you hear the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't rhyme for the of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake that's it be to 'ya, dig me?
believe the hype

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk 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 they lack exact
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
Again I said I was a
In the the radio's scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't and play with me in primetime
'Cause I the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so go the mike, sike
I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't this
Just a little bit of the of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, if I swing bolos
they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some media is the
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
writers I know are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and I'll snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't have it silly rabbit
I'm to my media 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 things you
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But what I got to
The media says