Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

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

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I up out of that 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
is falling 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 to survive
The feature with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

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

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my
Walking very thin lines, seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I the streets thirst water like Moses

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

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

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

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