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

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

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, gentleman
Crooks and castle on his Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, at ya, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay class, could perspire out ya

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the need someone to believe in

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

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

And time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't 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 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 September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see more clearly that's why they fear me
go!

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

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard as winning
Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Joel
They can't sing in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and 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 matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don