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 it, the game needs him
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
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 give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I guess that 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 time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never to see
them angels opened the door for me

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

I'm tryin' to more cream
By September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I grow
I can see things more clearly that's why fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to in

So in God's Son we
'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 wit it
But Newsweek article startled big
said, "Nas, why's you trying it?

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

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

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