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
Can't leave it, the game him
the people need someone to believe in

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

chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his back
Exotic lady eye-catcher, 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 black
Now shut down the stores that I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face in stocking
I'm him!

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

So in God's Son we
'Cause they I'ma give 'em what they want
They looking for a
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, bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes so ice lay on me so

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

From Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
That's what I call mature, that's what I 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 September 14th, that's my
So I can be clean as I grow yearly
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
the people need someone to believe in

So in Son we trust
'Cause they I'ma give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess that 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 riding wit it
But Newsweek article big wigs
They said, "Nas, you trying it?

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never nothin', but people remember this
If Nas say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what 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, of Don Julio
No matter the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don