Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Believe The Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, check out this I
Uh Oh the roll the level
'Cause I'm livin' low to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They claim I'm a criminal
By now I how
Some people know
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause some they had this
one, not born to run
the gun
I wasn't to have one
The minute they see me, me
I'm the epitome, a enemy
Used, abused without
I refused to a fuse
They even had it on the
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 still consider me a new
All the critics you can 'em
hold the rope
But they to the pope
And it ain't dope
The of Farrakhan
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The of the new school rap game
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a kind
brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the and
Not
I don't rhyme for the sake of of
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard 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 believe the

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get through to you
My 98's with a trunk of funk
All the jealous can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the school of knocks
Some perpetrate, they Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to
of the new school, uncool
Never the fool, just made the rules
there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a
In the daytime the scared of me
I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't and play with me in primetime
'Cause I know the time, 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 and get elbowed
to herb, yo if you can't swing 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 of all of that
media is the whack
You believe it's true, it me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don't believe the
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads 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 silly rabbit
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all those things you
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and
Yo Griff, get the green red and
down countdown to Armageddon
88 you wait the S1Ws
Rock the hard jams, treat it a seminar
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But they're not
But I got to give
The media says