Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
Boiling in my
It's just hot 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, wiping the dirt, cleaning my
thought I'll make another "illmatic"
But it's forward I'm moving

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

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

Food 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, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like

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 why'all pop for a minute

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

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

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