Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall 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 need someone to believe in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the reason
Can't it, the game needs him
the people need someone 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

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

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
leave 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 guess that me a hero

It's apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and it
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 true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They sing what's in they soul!

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

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma 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