Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
It's hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
my voice up

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

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

Narration describes the lives and tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young child
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

Food from see-town's mornings was 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 made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst like Moses

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

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

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

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