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 reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

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

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

So in Son we trust
'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 your soldiers in
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All black so ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas never lived to see
Tell them opened the door for me

From nine Berettas and raw
To chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
That's I call mature, that's what 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 every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be clean as I grow yearly
I can see things clearly that's why they fear me
go!

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

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

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate
Blocking from going 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 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, think about 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