Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

Uh, you know I still run with that, blood of a slave
in my veins
It's hot until a nigga can't take it no more
of a slave, heart of a king
Turn my 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 always I'm moving

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

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

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped over fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

People jumping from roofs, shotguns made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the
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 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
Y'all got there but didn't get it all, I want my style back
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, of a king
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Uh, uh blood of a slave, of a king
Uh, yea
Huh,