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 same
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

Another of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
and castle on his back Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, at ya, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, could out ya

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the need someone to believe in

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

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 time I close my
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams that my ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

I'm tryin' to make cream
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see things 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
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about 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
Like it or not, you ain't 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