Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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 grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make "illmatic"
But it's always I'm moving

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is from the sky
By now the credits roll 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 this young child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
very thin 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 to be free
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a mega places, it's like a in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a

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 y'all plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

Professionals, stick up childs 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, heart of a
Uh, uh blood of a slave, of a king
Uh, yea
Huh,