Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you for the same thing
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the below the level
'Cause I'm livin' low next to the bass,
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some never know
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
some they never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I licensed to have one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to 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 you all a little something
That we knew you
They still me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
I'll the rope
But they to the pope
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
Don't tell me you understand
you hear the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers treat me Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
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
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
We need it do we?
It's fake that's it be to 'ya, dig me?
believe the hype

Don't the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's 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 exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
played the fool, just made the rules
Remember a need to get alarmed
Again I I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
can't c'mon and play with me in primetime
'Cause I the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike,
Before I let it go, don't rush my
You try to reach and grab and get
Word to herb, yo if you can't this
Just a little bit of the of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go
The meaning of all of
media 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 believe the hype
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe,
Their pens and I'll snatch
'Cause had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't have it back silly
I'm going' to my media
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that
Don't the hype
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 the S1Ws will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The says this