Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause they never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to blow a
They had it on the news
believe the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a something
we knew you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
hold the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it ain't
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
you hear the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We need it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just made the
Remember there's a 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
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix late in the
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, rush my show
You try to and grab and get elbowed
to herb, yo if you can't swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I bolos
Then they clear the I go solo
The of all of that
media is the whack
You believe it's true, it me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say don't believe the
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
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 things you
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the hard jams, it like a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says