Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
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 the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
to teach to all
'Cause some they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute 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 here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a something
That we you lacked
still consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
hold the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it ain't
The follower of
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new 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 that I'm a smuggler
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't it do we?
fake 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 this to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they exact
The cold facts, and they try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the
there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
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 and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you swing this
a little 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 the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
media is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some I know are damn devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
believe the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media says