Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
jane 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 between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking very lines, ages seven and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I the streets thirst water like Moses

Walking the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a mega places, it's like a glitch in the
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 up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real

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

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