Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot until a nigga take it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Turn my up

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

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

Narration describes the lives and laws in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv
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 learned the difference the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, crews

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I know the thirst water 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, like a glitch in the matrix
I it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a minute

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

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

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