Luyện nghe bài hát Stillmatic

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

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

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

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

Food from see-town's mornings was hash
Stepped dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest

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

Walking through the hot desert to be free
This is my end and my new nostalgia
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, and the game get rid of y'all
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 this is

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