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 can't it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
Turn my up

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

Never backwards stupid here's 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 laws tribes in the ghetto to survive
The feature opens this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

Food from see-town's was hash 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, crews

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
Walking very lines, ages seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets water like Moses

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

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

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

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