Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
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 looking for a
I guess that makes me a

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished
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 I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 Benz
Now they shut down the stores I'm shopping
Used to be robbing, face covered in stocking
I'm him!

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

So in Son we trust
'Cause they know give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I that makes me a hero

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All black clothes so ice lay on me so

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 niggas never lived to see
Tell them angels opened the for me

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

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

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the only rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
can't 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 these talented
With new being told what they can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don