Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot a nigga can't 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
They thought I'll make "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

Never backwards here's another classic
is falling from the sky
By now the credits starring nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

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

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

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

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
This is my end and my new nostalgia
Out for the in a places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, of why'all been pop for a minute

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

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

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