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 low next to the bass, c'mon
up the radio
They that I'm a criminal
By now I how
people never know
The enemy could be friend, guardian
I'm not a
I the party and
Clear all the madness, I'm not a
to teach to all
'Cause some never had this
Number one, not to run
the gun
I wasn't licensed to one
The minute see me, fear me
I'm the epitome, a public
Used, without clues
I refused to blow a
They even had it on the
believe the hype

Yes
Was the start of my 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 hold the
But hope to the pope
And pray it ain't
The follower of
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new 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
claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, false
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 98's boomin' with a trunk of
All the punks can't stop the dunk
Comin' from the of hard knocks
perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black, 'cause I they lack exact
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just made the
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 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
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 bit of the taste of the bass 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
Some is the whack
You it's true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
writers 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 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 to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, a writer, are we that type?
Don't the hype
I got flavor and all things you know
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
the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I'm
But not positive
But what I got to
The media says