Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

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

Is Hip-Hop? 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 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 never let up, though fed up I carried on with it
I my head up high, no I was never prosperous
Honest its me making my mark
recognised now, well I guess its a start
Guess you have to take shit 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 to follow

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

Is this Hip-Hop? 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 real it's, (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 going to this

Now I'm getting warmed up

Yeah, and I'd rather be than a hip-hop head
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 where I might stand
One emcee with a pad I just write
Son can't be else get it right bam
Might tan, one more bottle then I'm I'm
Never calling quits I spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, speaking real man
Give me your ear, clear it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, this my
First episode written high a fly script
Buy this, because I can see it in my
Third eye sees all the I will die with
Why's That the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize I will reach the sky, sigh
what we got,
So I guess in the end I am

(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 Am I hip-hop?