Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot until a nigga 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
They thought make another "illmatic"
But it's always I'm moving

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

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

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I know the thirst water like Moses

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
is my end and my new beginning 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 plan it's the rap reaper man
To double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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