Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood 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 up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought make another "illmatic"
But it's always I'm moving

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

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

Food from see-town's mornings was 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 thin lines, seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst like Moses

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch 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 get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

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

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