Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
Turn my up

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

Never backwards here's another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to
The feature opens with this young black
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background

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

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

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

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

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

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