Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
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 grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But always forward I'm moving

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas executive poet, produced, by
The kid escobar

Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto to survive
The feature opens with this young black
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

Food from see-town's was hash browns
over dope 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 lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
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, of why'all been pop for a minute

Spitters, and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but didn't get it all, I want 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
crypts to pirals this is survival

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