Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
Boiling in my
It's just hot 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
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm

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

Narration describes the lives and tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature with 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 hash
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 jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets water like Moses

Walking 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, and the game 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 plan the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

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

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