Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And time I close my lids
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas never lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

I'm tryin' to make more
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be clean as I grow yearly
I can see things more 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 people need someone to in

So in Son we trust
'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 from going to stores and it
First L.A. and **** was riding wit it
But article startled big wigs
They said, "Nas, why's you it?

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented
With new ideas being told what they can and 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