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 roll 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 could 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 wasn't licensed to one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I refused to blow a
They had it on the news
believe the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a something
we knew you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But hope to the pope
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
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 brothers of the same mind,
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's that's 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 boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
Comin' from the school of knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
They can't c'mon and play with me in
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so go the mike, sike
I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you swing this
Just a bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I swing
Then they clear the lane I go
The of all of that
Some media is the
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are damn
For them I say don't believe the
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads snatch
'Cause 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 to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this