Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

Never backwards here's another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, by
The kid escobar

Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto to survive
The feature opens with this young child
Finger scratch, 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 the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping 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 like

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

Spitters, and the game 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 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, of a king
Uh, uh blood of a slave, heart of a
Uh, yea
Huh,