Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot a nigga can't 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, my shirt
They thought make another "illmatic"
But it's always I'm moving

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

describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
over 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, hungriest

People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages and nine
That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets water like Moses

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

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap man
To them up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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