Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run that, that blood of a slave
in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga take it no more
Blood of a slave, of a king
Turn my up

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

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

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

Food see-town's mornings was hash browns
over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and soft
And the murderous, crews

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

Walking through the hot desert 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 been pop for a minute

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

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

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