Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

Narration the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
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 soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People from roofs, shotguns pumping 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 know the streets thirst water Moses

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

Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all
got there but y'all didn't 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 you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals is survival

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