Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

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, the tv down
Mary jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the

Food from mornings was hash browns
Stepped dope 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, crews

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

through the hot desert searching to be free
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 been pop for a minute

Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of
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 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

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