Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot a nigga can't take 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 I'll make "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the credits starring nas executive poet, produced, directed 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
jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped 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, seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I know the streets water like Moses

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
This is my end and my new nostalgia
Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the
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 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, up childs dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get you
crypts to pirals this is survival

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