Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall at?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah! go!
money!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

So in Son we trust
'Cause know I'ma give 'em what they want
They looking for a
I that makes me a hero

chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and on his back Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the
like Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya

And of course I've been the boss since back
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black
Now they shut down the stores I'm shopping
Used to be robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him!

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
the people need someone to believe in

So in God's Son we
they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I that makes me a hero

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All clothes so ice lay on me so classy

And every time I my lids
I can still see the borough, I can see the Bridge
I can still see the that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

From nine Berettas and raw
To in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
what I call mature, that's what I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, that's I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

I'm to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my
So I can be more as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly that's why fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
the people need someone to believe in

So in Son we trust
they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They looking for a
I that makes me a hero

universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and **** was riding wit it
But Newsweek startled big wigs
said, "Nas, why's you trying it?

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They can't what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented
With new ideas being told they can and can't spit

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop it
Like it or not, you ain't cop it
I'm a in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don