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
I'm livin' low next to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the
claim that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they never had
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, abused without
I to blow a fuse
even 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 you all a little something
That we knew you
They consider me a new jack
All the critics you can 'em
I'll the rope
But they hope to the
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me that you
Until you the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers treat me like Coltrane,
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the mind, unblind
in the middle and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
It's fake what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

Don't believe the hype, its a
As an equal, can I get through to you
My boomin' with a trunk of funk
All the jealous can't stop the dunk
Comin' the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
the black, 'cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, made the rules
Remember there's a need to get
I said I was a timebomb
In the the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the
They can't c'mon and play me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, defy if I bolos
Then they clear the I go solo
The meaning of all of
Some is the whack
You believe it's true, it me through the roof
Suckers, get me a shovel
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, they be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I'll
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their recoreder and grab it
No, you can't have it silly rabbit
I'm going' to my media
Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
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
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But what I got to
The media says