Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same reason
leave 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 that makes me a

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the side
Blocking from going 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 see the Billboard charts as winning
Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in for the flow
Try Bob Dylan, Bruce 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, about these talented kids
With new ideas told what 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 what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don