Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
people never know
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
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 to blow a fuse
even had it on the news
Don't believe the

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 consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers treat me 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 for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't 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' with a trunk of
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, drink Clorox
the black, 'cause I know they lack exact
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
I said I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
They I'm livin' right, so here 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
a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are damn
For I say don't 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 their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this