Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
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, wiping the dirt, cleaning my
They thought I'll make "illmatic"
But always forward I'm moving

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

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

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

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

through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new nostalgia
Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the
I seen it at all, did it all, 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 my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get you
From crypts to pirals is survival

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