Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a
Boiling in my
It's just hot until a nigga can't it no more
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Turn my up

Ayo, the is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

Never stupid 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 and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens this 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 hash
Stepped dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, 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 searching to be
is my end and my new beginning nostalgia
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 get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

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

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