Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

Never backwards stupid another classic
See-notes is falling the sky
By now the credits roll starring nas poet, produced, directed by
The kid slash

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

Food from see-town's was hash browns
over 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, hungriest

jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and
That's the age I was on my cover, this is the rebirth
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 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 there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style
Hate to cease plan it's the rap reaper man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, who real

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

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