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 roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause some never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
They had it on the news
Don't 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
They still consider me a new
All the you can hang 'em
I'll hold the
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
you hear the man
The book of the new rap game
treat 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 that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' with a of funk
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
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 know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
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 swing
a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing
Then clear the lane 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 are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
'Cause had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you have it back 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 and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says