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
of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my up

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

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is from the sky
By now the roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid escobar

Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto to survive
The feature with this young black child
Finger scratch, burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

from see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking very lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I the streets thirst water like Moses

Walking the hot desert searching to be free
is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
Out for the in a mega places, it's a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, of why'all 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 double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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