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 leave it, the game him
the people need someone to believe in

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

Another of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his back
lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor
Working like Thai class, could perspire out ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm to make more cream
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I grow
I can see things more clearly why they 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
'Cause they know give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a

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

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

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

I sit and watch 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 matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don