Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

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

Food from see-town's mornings was 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, hungriest

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

Walking the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a mega places, like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, of why'all 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 cease y'all plan the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

Professionals, stick up dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get you
From 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,