Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause some they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I refused to blow a
even had it on the news
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we you lacked
still consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll hold the
But they hope to the
And it ain't dope
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
you hear 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 mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

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 punks stop the dunk
Comin' the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink
the black, 'cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I know the time, 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 grab and get
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 it, defy if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
media is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some I know are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
pens and pads I'll snatch
'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 media
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the S1Ws
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But I got to give
The media this