Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't it, the game 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

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

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

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

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
ape, nickel-plated 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 ain't never to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

From nine Berettas and raw
To in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
what I call 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 more cream
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I grow
I can see things clearly that's why they fear me
go!

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

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but remember this
If Nas say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told what they can and spit

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop it
it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, of Don Julio
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don