Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot until a nigga take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a
my voice up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

Never backwards stupid here's another
is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

Food from see-town's mornings was browns
Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
Walking very thin lines, seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the thirst water like Moses

through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new nostalgia
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of been pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I my style back
Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals
Let my guide you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals is survival

Blood of a slave, heart of a
Blood of a slave, of a king
Uh, uh of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, yea
Huh,