Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

Narration describes the lives and laws 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 see-town's mornings was hash
Stepped over dope fiends, out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages and nine
the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the thirst water like Moses

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

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

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

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,