Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my
just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
Turn my 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 always forward I'm

backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is from 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 with young black child
scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, playing, soft in the background

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped 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, hungriest

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

through 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 in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of been pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who

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

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