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 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 never
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
one, not born to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I to blow a fuse
They even had it on the
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we you lacked
They still consider me a new
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it dope
The follower of
Don't tell me you understand
you hear the man
The of the new school rap game
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 sake of of
Some claim I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake that's it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
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
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, made the rules
there's a need 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 can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix late in the
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't this
Just a little bit of the of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some is the whack
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say don't believe the
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, it like a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media this