Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot a nigga can't take 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, my shirt
They I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

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

describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, 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 difference between the snitches, the ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my 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 cease plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

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

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