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
of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my 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 I'm moving

Never backwards stupid here's 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 opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background

Food from mornings was hash browns
over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst like Moses

through the hot desert searching to be free
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 been pop for a

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but didn't get it all, I want my style back
to cease 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 words guide you, get you
From crypts to pirals this is

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