Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

And I'm to tell you this boy's soul is intact
He wont sell out, its non negotiable
You know how I
(Because we don't to hear that weak shit no more)

Is this Hip-Hop? out a sentence,
I don't follow trends or the dress sense.
Am I Hip-Hop? I feel it,
Just feel I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop)
Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the sense
I am Hip-Hop, and you this,
S.O.S. the going to hear this

I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and off it
Since a crossed it, I was it, said I'd aim for the top of it
Said I would never let up, though fed up I on with it
I my head up high, no I was never prosperous
its just me making my mark
Getting now, well I guess its a start
you have to take shit when your raised in these parts
the mic, M.I.C. and I rip it apart, R.I.P.

I give a fuck if you me, I'm going to follow

And I just my heart,
If its hip-hop, I follow the art
Take that get right to the core
Write deep, then write some more
Cause I feel seems like a bore
I tell them (We don't wanna that fake shit no more)

Is this spitting out a sentence,
I don't follow trends or the dress sense.
Am I I don't feel it,
Just feel what I feel and I'm real it's, (hip-hop)
Its in my presence, so I don't need trends or the sense
I am Hip-Hop, and you this,
S.O.S. the people going to hear

Now I'm just getting up

Yeah, and I'd be chav than a hip-hop head
I wear a cap, talk black, instead,
Call me a ned, is it through?
My whole life don't follow I listen too
And I just my heart,
If its hip-hop, I just the art

I got one PC, one mic and a mic
Padding on the walls in a booth where I stand
One emcee a pad I just write jams
Son can't be else get it right bam
Might tan, one more then I'm hyped I'm
Never calling I just spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, speaking nice man
me your ear, listen clear it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, my pilot
First episode high with a fly script
Buy this, I can see it in my iris
Third eye all the dreams I will die with
this? That the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize I will never reach the sky,
what we got,
So I guess in the end I am

(And I seen) SOS, Untitled Scot
Nasty P, Werd, I just my heart
I just the art (I just follow the art)
I follow my heart (ha) Hip-hop I just follow the art

Is it hip-hop? Am I