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 know how I
(Because we don't want to hear that weak no more)

Is this Hip-Hop? out a sentence,
Though I don't follow trends or the sense.
Am I Hip-Hop? I feel it,
feel what I feel and I'm real it's, Hip-Hop (hip-hop)
Its in my presence, so I don't trends or the dress 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
Since a it, I was talking it, said I'd aim for the top of it
Said I never let up, though fed up I carried on with it
I held my up high, no I was never prosperous
its just me making my mark
Getting recognised now, well I guess its a
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 apart get right to the
real deep, then write some more
Cause I feel mainstream seems a bore
I them (We don't wanna hear that fake shit no more)

Is Hip-Hop? spitting 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 need trends or the dress sense
I am Hip-Hop, and you this,
S.O.S. the people to hear this

Now I'm getting warmed up

Yeah, and I'd rather be chav than a hip-hop
I don't a cap, talk black, instead,
me a ned, is it getting through?
My whole 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 might
One emcee with a pad I write jams
Son can't be else get it right bam
Might tan, one bottle then I'm hyped I'm
Never quits I just spit and I'm fighting
I'm Tyson, speaking real nice man
Give me your ear, clear it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, this my
First episode high with a fly script
Buy this, I can see it in my iris
Third eye sees all the dreams I will die
this? That the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize I will never the sky, sigh
what we got,
So I in the end I am hip-hop

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

Is it hip-hop? Am I