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

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

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

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

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

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip soldiers in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, bitch, I'm nasty
All black so ice lay on me so classy

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
them angels opened the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the reason
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to 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

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

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

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

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma 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