Luyện nghe bài hát Donu2019t Believe the Hype

Caught you lookin' for the same
It's a new thing, out this I bring
Uh Oh the roll 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 friend, guardian
I'm not a
I rock the and
all the madness, I'm not a racist
Preach to to all
'Cause they never 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 clues
I refused to a fuse
They even had it on the
Don't 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 consider me a new jack
All the you can hang 'em
hold the rope
But they hope to the
And pray it ain't
The follower of
tell me that you understand
Until you the man
The book of the new school rap
Writers me like Coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I'm a different
We're brothers of the same mind,
Caught in the and
Not
I rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
Some that I'm a smuggler
say I never heard of 'ya
A rap burglar, media
We need it do we?
fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
Don't the hype

believe the hype, its a sequel
As an equal, can I get this to you
My 98's boomin' with a of funk
All the jealous punks can't the dunk
Comin' from the school of hard
Some perpetrate, they drink
Attack the black, 'cause I know they lack
The cold facts, and still try to Xerox
Leader of the new school,
Never played the fool, just made the
Remember a need to get alarmed
I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio's of me
'Cause I'm mad, I'm the enemy
They can't c'mon and play with me in
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin'
I get on the mix late in the
They know I'm livin' right, so 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 can't this
a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and at the LQ
When some deny it, if I swing bolos
Then clear the lane I go solo
The of all of that
Some media is the
You believe it's true, it me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a
Some writers I know are damn
For them I say don't the hype
Yo Chuck, must be on a pipe, right?
Their and pads I'll snatch
I've had it
I'm not an addict for static
I'll see their tape and grab it
No, you can't have it back rabbit
I'm to my media assassin
Harry Allen, I ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we type?
Don't believe the
I got flavor and all things you know
boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo Griff, get the green red and
Gold down countdown to
88 you wait the will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a
Teach the bourgeois, and rock the
sau I'm negative
But not positive
But what I got to
The media this