Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people know
The could be their 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 had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I to blow a fuse
They even had it on the
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I you all a little something
That we knew you
They consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
Until you 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 of the same mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
Some that I'm a smuggler
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
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 stop the
Comin' from the school of knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a to get alarmed
I said I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix in the night
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
Just a 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
they clear the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some I know are damn devils
For I say don't believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict fiendin' for
see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all those you know
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media says