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 reason
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

And of course I've been the boss since when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, 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, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't leave it, the 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 that makes me a

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

From nine and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and
That's what I call mature, that's what I a G
That's what I call a pimp, that's 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 things more clearly that's why fear me
go!

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

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas say it, think about these talented kids
With new being told what they can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don