Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
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 some they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused clues
I to blow a fuse
They even had it on the
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a little
we knew you lacked
They consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll hold the
But they to the pope
And pray it dope
The of Farrakhan
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 don't rhyme for the of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

believe 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 stop the dunk
Comin' the school of hard knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I know lack exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
Before I let it go, rush my show
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 deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The of all of that
media is the whack
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 believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
pens and pads I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the
I got and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But they're not
But I got to give
The says this