Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

And I'm here to tell you this boy's is intact
He wont anybody out, its non negotiable
You how I know?
(Because we don't want to 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 feel it,
Just what I feel and I'm real 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 people to hear this

I'm a hip-hop-aholic, got on it and off it
Since a crossed it, I was talking it, I'd aim for the top of it
Said I never let up, though fed up I carried on with it
I held my head up high, no I was prosperous
Honest its just me my mark
Getting recognised now, well I its a start
Guess you have to take shit when your 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 just the art
Take that apart get right to the
Write real deep, then write more
Cause I mainstream seems like a bore
I tell them (We don't wanna hear that fake 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 what 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

Now I'm just getting up

Yeah, and I'd rather be chav than a head
I wear a cap, talk black, instead,
me a ned, is it getting through?
My whole life follow what I listen too
And I just 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 booth I might stand
One emcee with a pad I write jams
Son be nothing else get it right bam
Might tan, one bottle then I'm hyped I'm
Never calling quits I just spit and I'm
Like I'm Tyson, speaking real man
Give me your ear, listen clear a flight plan
So I'm a try this, my pilot
First written high with a fly script
Buy this, because I can see it in my
Third eye all the dreams I will die with
this? That the wisest demise
Those on the prize I will never reach the sky, sigh
what we got,
So I guess in the end I am

(And I seen) SOS, Untitled Scot
Nasty P, Werd, I just follow my
I follow 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