Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall 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 people need someone to in

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

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

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

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

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

And every time I close my
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

nine Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in cellars, sticks and humidors
That's I call mature, that's what I call a G
That's I call a pimp, that's 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 clean as I yearly
I can see things more clearly that's why fear me
go!

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

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

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

My only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy
They sing what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about talented kids
With new ideas being told what can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don