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 below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
The could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the 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 they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I refused to blow a
They even had it on the
believe 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 the rope
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 treat me 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 sake of of
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the jealous can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and they try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
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
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
When deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go
The meaning of all of
media is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say believe the hype
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 recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
believe the hype
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says