Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
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, wiping the dirt, my shirt
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

Never backwards here's another classic
See-notes is from the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

Narration the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, 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 through the hot desert searching to be
is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, of why'all been pop for a minute

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

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

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