Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

So in God's Son we
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what want
They looking for a
I guess 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 back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores that I'm
to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him!

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

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

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes so ice lay on me so

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

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

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

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

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard as winning
Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They sing what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented
With new ideas being told what they can and 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 what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don