Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall 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 Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

Another chapter of the rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and on his back Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, me the chiropractor
Working Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya

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

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

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me 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 still see the borough, I can see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels opened the for me

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

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

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

So in God's Son we
'Cause know 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
y'all from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and **** was riding wit it
But Newsweek 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 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 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 gotta cop it
I'm a in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don