Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to blow a
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 I gave you all a little something
we knew you lacked
They consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll hold the
But hope to the pope
And it ain't dope
The follower of
Don't tell me you understand
you hear 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 brothers of the mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We need it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
believe 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 jealous punks stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of knocks
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still they try to
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember there's a need to get
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
Before I let it go, rush my show
You try to reach and and get elbowed
to herb, yo if you can't 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 the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You it's true, it blows 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
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you have it back silly rabbit
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
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 says this