Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no
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 thought make another "illmatic"
But it's always I'm moving

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

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, turning the tv
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background

Food from mornings was hash browns
over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and
That's the age I was on my album cover, 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, like 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 game get rid of
Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

Professionals, stick up childs 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, heart of a
Uh, uh blood of a slave, of a king
Uh, yea
Huh,