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 can't 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 make "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

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

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

Food from see-town's mornings was hash
over dope 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, shotguns pumping made it through my
Walking thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
I know the streets thirst water Moses

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
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 pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style 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
From crypts to pirals this is

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