Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I still run that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
my voice up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, my shirt
They thought I'll another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

Never backwards stupid here's classic
is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas poet, produced, directed by
The kid escobar

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

jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages 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 searching to be free
This is my end and my new nostalgia
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, and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my back
Hate to cease y'all it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

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

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