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
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the need someone to believe in

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

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, gentleman
Crooks and 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 boss back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, in a 190 black Benz
Now they shut down the stores that I'm
Used to be train robbing, covered in stocking
I'm him!

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

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

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

And time 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
them angels opened the door for me

From nine Berettas and raw
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and
That's what I 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 to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my
So I can be more as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly that's why they me
go!

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

So in Son we trust
'Cause they know give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I guess 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 article startled big
said, "Nas, why's you trying it?

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

So "Untitled" it is
I never nothin', but people remember 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 called I'm y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don