Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They 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 never had
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
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 I gave you all a little something
we knew you lacked
They still me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But hope to the pope
And pray it ain't
The follower of
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers treat me Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the jealous punks stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
Leader of the new school,
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
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and with me in primetime
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and grab and get
to herb, yo if you can't swing 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 lane I go
The meaning of all of
Some media is the
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it silly rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I 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 black red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But what I got to
The says this