Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with 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
my voice up

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

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

Narration describes the and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature with this young black child
Finger scratch, burns on the sofa, turning the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, 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 jumping from roofs, pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst like Moses

Walking through the hot desert searching to be
This is my end and my new beginning
Out for the in a mega places, it's a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of why'all been pop for a

Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of
Y'all got there but didn't 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, up childs dreaming for meals
Let my words you, get inside you
From crypts to pirals 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
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