Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
in my veins
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 that grave, the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

Never stupid here's another classic
is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

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

Food from see-town's mornings was browns
over 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, crews

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

Walking through the hot desert 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 get rid of y'all
Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to y'all plan it's the rap reaper 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 this is

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