Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall 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 Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they
looking for a hero
I guess that me a hero

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

And of course I've been the boss since back
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black
Now they shut down the stores 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 same
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to in

So in God's Son we
they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They 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, and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black so ice lay on me so classy

And time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

From nine and moving raw
To in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
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 clean as I yearly
I can see things more 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 someone to believe in

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard 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
can't sing what's in they soul!

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

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