Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
The enemy 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 never had this
Number one, not 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 refused to blow a
even had it on the news
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another 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
I'll hold the
But hope to the pope
And it ain't 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 mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
Some that I'm a smuggler
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?
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 trunk of
All the jealous punks stop the dunk
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still they try to
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the the radio's scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so 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 deny it, defy 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 through the
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are devils
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
'Cause had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it silly rabbit
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this