Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you I still run with that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's hot until a nigga 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
They thought I'll another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

Never stupid here's another classic
is falling from 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 trying to
The feature opens with young black child
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

from see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People 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 water like Moses

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 glitch in the
I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of
Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan the rap reaper man
To them up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

Professionals, stick up childs for meals
Let my guide you, get inside you
From to pirals this is survival

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