Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
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, wiping the dirt, my shirt
They thought I'll make "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the roll starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid escobar

Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background

from see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

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

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
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 been pop for a

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

Professionals, up childs dreaming for meals
Let my guide you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals this is

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