Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

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

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

Never backwards stupid here's 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 tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv
jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

Food from see-town's mornings was 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

jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst 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, of why'all been pop for a minute

Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all get it all, I want 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
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Uh, uh of a slave, heart of a king
Uh, yea
Huh,