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 same
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people 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 me a hero

Another chapter of the rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his back
Exotic eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, 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 that I'm
Used to be train robbing, face in stocking
I'm him!

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
they know I'ma 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 in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, bitch, I'm nasty
All clothes so ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my
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 them angels opened the for me

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

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

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

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

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

My only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only 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 remember this
If Nas can't say it, think 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 hustler in the studio, cups of Don
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don