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,
up the radio
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
to teach to all
'Cause some never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
even had it on the news
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we you lacked
still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
We're of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim 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?
believe the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through 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 lack exact
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
there's a need to get alarmed
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 c'mon and with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, I'm gettin' mine
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 and get elbowed
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 it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the I go solo
The of all of that
Some media is the
You believe it's true, it blows me the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads snatch
I've had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see tape recoreder and grab it
No, you have it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
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
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But I got to give
The media this