Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you for the same thing
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 claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
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 they never had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I refused to blow a
They had it on the news
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So here it is again, def jam
But I gave you all a little something
That we knew you
still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll hold the
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The follower of
Don't tell me you understand
Until you 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 same mind,
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim that I'm a
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through 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 Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
They can't c'mon and with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm mine
I get on the mix in the night
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 deny it, defy if I bolos
Then they the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I are damn 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 fiendin' for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you have it back silly rabbit
I'm to my media assassin
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But what I got to
The media says