Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the below 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 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
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, without clues
I refused to a fuse
They had it on the news
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
still consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
hold the rope
But they hope to the
And it ain't dope
The follower of
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some claim I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We don't it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the
Comin' the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The cold facts, and they try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember there's a need to get
Again I I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'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 and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the I go solo
The of all of that
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are 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 fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't it back silly rabbit
I'm going' to my assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those things you
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the black red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says