Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run 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 crawled up out of that grave, the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They I'll make another "illmatic"
But always forward I'm moving

Never backwards stupid another classic
is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

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

Food from see-town's mornings was browns
over dope 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, crews

People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
I the streets thirst water like Moses

Walking through the hot desert to be free
This is my end and my new nostalgia
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of been pop for a minute

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

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

of a slave, heart of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a
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