Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people need someone to in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
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 want
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your 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 see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't lived to see
them angels opened the door for me

From Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and
That's what I call mature, what I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a 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 yearly
I can see things more that's why they fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only true since the beginning
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They sing what's in they soul!

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

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop it
it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
I'm a in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don