Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall at?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Yeah! go!
money!

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

So in God's Son we
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what 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 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 since when
Rocking D Boy, Fila, in a 190 black Benz
Now shut down the stores that I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, covered in stocking
I'm him!

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

And every time I my lids
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see
them angels opened the door for me

From nine Berettas and raw
To chilling in wine cellars, 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 September 14th, my dream
So I can be clean as I grow yearly
I can see things clearly that's why they fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or him for the same reason
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

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

My lawyers only see the charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel the beginning
Still in 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 changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about talented kids
With new ideas told what they can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma it
it or not, you ain't gotta 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