Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
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
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

Another chapter of the rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and on his back Maybach-er
Exotic 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 shut down the stores that I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, covered in stocking
I'm him!

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

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

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All black 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 dreams that my ain't never lived to see
Tell them opened the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They can't what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but remember this
If Nas say it, think about 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
Like it or not, you ain't cop it
I'm a in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don