Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 fear me
go!

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

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true since the beginning
in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or 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, about these talented kids
With new ideas told what 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 hustler in the studio, cups of Don
No matter what the CD called I'm y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don