Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you for the same thing
a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They claim that I'm a
By now I how
Some never know
The enemy could be their friend,
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
Preach to to all
some they never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The they see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I refused to a fuse
They had it on the news
Don't believe the

Yes
Was the of my last jam
So it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little
we knew you lacked
They consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And pray it dope
The follower of
Don't me that you understand
you hear the man
The book of the new 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 for the sake of of riddlin'
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
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 played the fool, made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't and play with me in primetime
I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't my show
You try to and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can't swing
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of
media is the whack
You it's 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, must be on a pipe, right?
Their 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 going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all those things you
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But I got to give
The media says