Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave
Boiling in my
just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
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
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But always forward I'm moving

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

Narration the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens this young black child
Finger scratch, burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 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 the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like

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

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