Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

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

Is this spitting out a sentence,
Though I don't trends or the dress 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 dress
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 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 just me my mark
Getting recognised now, I guess its a start
Guess you have to take shit when your raised in parts
the mic, M.I.C. and I rip it apart, R.I.P.

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

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

Is this spitting out a sentence,
Though I don't follow 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 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 than a hip-hop head
I don't wear a cap, black, instead,
Call me a ned, is it getting
My whole life don't follow what I too
And I follow my heart,
If its hip-hop, I follow the art

I got one PC, one mic and a mic
Padding on the walls in a where I might stand
One with a pad I just write jams
Son can't be nothing get it right bam
Might tan, one more then I'm hyped I'm
Never quits I just spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, speaking nice man
Give me your ear, listen it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, this my
episode written high with a fly script
Buy this, because I can see it in my
Third eye all the dreams I will die with
Why's this? That the wisest
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 seen) SOS, Untitled Scot
P, Werd, I just follow my heart
I just follow the art (I follow the art)
I just my heart (ha) Hip-hop I just follow the art

Is it Am I hip-hop?