Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the roll below the
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
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
Preach to to all
'Cause some 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 enemy
Used, without clues
I refused to blow a
They 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
That we knew you
They still me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
you hear the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's fake that's 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 boomin' with a of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know they exact
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just made the
there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, 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 grab and get
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, if I swing bolos
Then they the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and I'll snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
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?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this