Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

And I'm here to tell you this boy's is intact
He wont sell out, its non negotiable
You how I know?
(Because we want to hear that weak shit no more)

Is this Hip-Hop? out a sentence,
Though I don't follow trends or the sense.
Am I Hip-Hop? I don't it,
Just feel what I feel and I'm 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 people to hear this

I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and off it
a crossed it, I was talking it, said I'd aim for the top of it
Said I would let up, though fed up I carried on with it
I held my head up high, no I was never
Honest its just me 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 feel me, I'm going to

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

Is this Hip-Hop? out a sentence,
Though I 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 or the dress sense
I am Hip-Hop, and you this,
S.O.S. the people going to this

Now I'm just warmed 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 what I too
And I just my heart,
If its hip-hop, I just the art

I got one PC, one mic and a mic
on the walls in a booth where I might stand
One emcee with a pad I just jams
Son can't be nothing else get it bam
tan, one more bottle then I'm hyped I'm
Never calling quits I just and I'm fighting
I'm Tyson, speaking real nice man
Give me ear, listen clear it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, my pilot
First written high with a fly script
Buy this, I can see it in my iris
Third eye sees all the dreams I will die
Why's this? That the wisest
Those eyes on the prize I never reach the sky, sigh
Underground's we got,
So I in the end I am hip-hop

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

Is it hip-hop? Am I