Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused without
I to blow a fuse
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 you all a little something
That we you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll hold the
But hope to the pope
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 treat me 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
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We need it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
believe the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just made the
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
know I'm livin' right, so here 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
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the I go solo
The of all of that
media is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
I'll see tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't the hype
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But what I got to
The says this