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
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

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

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

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

reloader, come at me I'ma 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 see the borough, I can still 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 Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
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, my dream
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see things more clearly that's why they me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
Plus the need someone 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 universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the side
Blocking from going to stores and buying it
First L.A. and ****** was riding wit it
But article startled big wigs
They said, "Nas, why's you it?

My only see the Billboard 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 what's in they soul!

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

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don