Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the reason
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm tryin' to more cream
By September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I grow
I can see things more clearly that's why they me
go!

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

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these kids
With new ideas being told what can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don