Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
people never know
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause they never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
They even had it on the
believe the hype

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 still me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And it ain't dope
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
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, false
We don't it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through 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, drink Clorox
the black, 'cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still 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 daytime the radio's 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 go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and and get elbowed
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 some deny it, if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some media is the
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are damn
For them I say 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 can't have it silly rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But what I got to
The media says