Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

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

Is Hip-Hop? spitting out a sentence,
I don't follow trends or the dress sense.
Am I I don't feel it,
Just feel what I 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 people going to hear

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 never let up, though fed up I on with it
I held my head up high, no I was prosperous
Honest its me making my mark
recognised now, well I guess its a start
Guess you 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 follow my heart,
If its hip-hop, I follow the art
Take that get right to the core
Write real deep, then some more
Cause I feel mainstream like a bore
I tell them (We don't wanna hear that shit no more)

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

Now I'm getting warmed up

Yeah, and I'd rather be chav than a hip-hop
I wear a cap, talk black, instead,
Call me a ned, is it getting
My life don't follow what 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 with a pad I write jams
Son be nothing else get it right bam
Might tan, one more bottle I'm hyped I'm
Never calling quits I spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, speaking real man
Give me your ear, listen clear it's a plan
So I'm a try this, this my
First episode written with a fly script
Buy this, I can see it in my iris
Third eye sees all the dreams I die with
Why's this? the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize I will reach the sky, sigh
Underground's we got,
So I guess in the end I am

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

Is it hip-hop? Am I