Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

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

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

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

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

Food from see-town's was hash browns
Stepped over 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, crews

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

through 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, most of why'all 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 plan the rap reaper man
To double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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