Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you for the same thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
Some people know
The could be their friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
to teach to all
'Cause they 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, abused without
I refused to blow a
even had it on the news
Don't 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 consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me you understand
you hear the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't 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 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the
Comin' from the school of knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they 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
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They c'mon and play with me in primetime
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
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 some deny it, defy if I swing
Then they the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads snatch
I've had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this