Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

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

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

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

Narration describes the lives and tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, in the background

Food from see-town's mornings was hash
Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the between 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 lines, ages 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
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
Y'all got there but didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease 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 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,