Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people never
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
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 clues
I refused to blow a
They even had it on the
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I you all a little something
That we you lacked
still consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The of Farrakhan
Don't me that you understand
you hear the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers me like 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 claim that I'm a
Some say I heard 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 this to you
My 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, drink 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 said I was a
In the the radio's scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
I let it go, don't rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
Just a little bit of the of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, if I swing bolos
they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it blows me through the
Suckers, get me a shovel
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say believe the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an fiendin' 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, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says