Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you I still run with that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no
Blood of a slave, 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 another "illmatic"
But always forward I'm moving

Never backwards stupid here's another
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

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

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, out the door, all of us paw
I the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

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

Walking through the hot searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a mega places, it's 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 my style back
Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

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

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