Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you I still run with that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's hot until 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 thought I'll make "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

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

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

Food from mornings was hash browns
over 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 jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water Moses

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

Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all
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 double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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