Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people 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 they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I to blow 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 gave you all a something
That we you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We need it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still they try to
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a 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
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't my show
You try to reach and and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you swing this
Just a little bit of the of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their and pads I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm to my media assassin
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But what I got to
The media says