Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
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 I'm moving

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

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

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

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

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
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 why'all pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my back
Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man
To double 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

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