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 can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a
my voice up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, the dirt, cleaning my shirt
thought I'll make 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 laws tribes in the ghetto to survive
The feature with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's
And the murderous, crews

People from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through 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 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 glitch in the
I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a

Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I my style back
Hate to y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them 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, of a king
of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, uh blood of a slave, heart of a
Uh, yea
Huh,