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 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 makes me a hero

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

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

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 niggas ain't lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these kids
With new being 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