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

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

gleaming, switching 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 know I'ma give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

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

nine 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, that's what I call a to the fullest, shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don