Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
Boiling in my
It's just hot a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a
my voice up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

Never stupid here's another classic
is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid escobar

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

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

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the thirst 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, it's like a in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of been pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease plan it's the rap reaper man
To them up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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