Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
my voice up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
thought I'll make 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 nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

Narration the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with young black child
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

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

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and
That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst like Moses

Walking the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch 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 there but didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan the rap reaper man
To double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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