Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

Another of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his back
Exotic lady eye-catcher, at ya, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, 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 that I'm shopping
to be train 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 know I'ma give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All clothes 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 never lived to see
Tell them angels opened the for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
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 guess makes me a hero

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate
Blocking y'all from going to and buying it
First L.A. and ****** was riding wit it
But Newsweek startled big wigs
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 musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy
They can't what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people remember
If Nas can't say it, think about these kids
new ideas 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 in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don