Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same reason
leave 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
They looking for a
I guess makes me a hero

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

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

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

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in
Silverback ape, mag
Young, and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All clothes so ice lay on me so classy

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the
Still in prison, in jail 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 about talented kids
With new ideas being told they can and can't spit

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop it
Like it or not, you ain't cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, of Don Julio
No matter the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don