Luyện nghe bài hát Is It Hip-hop?

And I'm to tell you this boy's soul is intact
He sell anybody out, its non negotiable
You how I know?
(Because we don't want to hear that weak 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,
feel 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 people going to 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 never
its just me making my mark
Getting recognised now, well I guess its a
Guess you to take shit when your raised in these parts
the mic, M.I.C. and I rip it apart, R.I.P.

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

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

Is this spitting out a sentence,
Though I 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 don't need trends or the sense
I am Hip-Hop, and you this,
S.O.S. the people going to hear

Now I'm getting warmed up

Yeah, and I'd be chav than a hip-hop head
I don't a cap, talk black, instead,
Call me a ned, is it getting
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
on the walls in a booth 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 bottle then I'm I'm
Never calling I just spit and I'm fighting
Like I'm Tyson, real nice man
Give me ear, listen clear it's a flight plan
So I'm a try this, my pilot
episode written high with a fly script
Buy this, because I can see it in my
eye sees all the dreams I will die with
Why's this? the wisest demise
Those eyes on the prize I never reach the sky, sigh
what we got,
So I in the end I am hip-hop

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

Is it hip-hop? Am I