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 same
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the 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 that makes me a

Another of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and on his back Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, at ya, call me the chiropractor
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 black
Now they down the stores that I'm shopping
Used to be robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him!

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

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

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

And time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels 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 I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same 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 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 wit it
But Newsweek startled big wigs
They said, "Nas, you trying it?

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or 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, about these talented kids
With new ideas told what they can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma it
Like it or not, you gotta 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