Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

And I'm here to tell you boy's soul is intact
He wont sell anybody out, its non
You how I know?
(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 Hip-Hop? I don't 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

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 would let up, though fed up I carried on with it
I held my up high, no I was never prosperous
Honest its just me my mark
Getting recognised now, well I guess its a
Guess you have to shit when your raised in these 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 just my heart,
If its hip-hop, I follow the art
Take apart get right to the core
Write deep, then write some more
Cause I feel 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 trends or the sense.
Am I Hip-Hop? I don't 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 this

Now I'm just 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 follow 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 nothing get it right bam
Might tan, one bottle then I'm hyped I'm
calling quits I just spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, speaking nice man
Give me your ear, listen clear it's a flight
So I'm a try this, my pilot
First episode written high a fly script
Buy this, I can see it in my iris
eye sees all the dreams I will die with
Why's this? That the wisest
Those eyes on the prize I will never reach the sky,
Underground's we got,
So I in the end I am hip-hop

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

Is it hip-hop? Am I