Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

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

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

Never backwards here's another classic
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 to survive
The opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, 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, pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I know the streets thirst water Moses

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

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

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

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