Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

Food from see-town's was hash 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, hungriest

People jumping 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 thirst water Moses

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

Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of
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 double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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