Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out I bring
Uh Oh the below the level
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
They that I'm a criminal
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
'Cause some they had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused clues
I refused to a fuse
even had it on the news
Don't the hype

Yes
Was the start of my jam
So here it is again, def jam
But since I gave you all a little
That we 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
Don't tell me that you
Until you the man
The book of the new rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
Some that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We don't it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't believe the

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My boomin' 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, 'cause I know they lack
The facts, and still they try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just the rules
Remember there's a need to get
Again I said I was a
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 know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix late in the
They I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't my show
You try to reach and grab and get
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
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 I know are damn devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an fiendin' for static
I'll see their tape recoreder and it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold countdown to Armageddon
88 you the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says