Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
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 know I'ma give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I guess that me a hero

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

And of I've been the boss since back when
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!

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

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

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

And every 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
Tell them opened the door for me

nine Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
what I call mature, that's what I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, that's 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 more that's why they fear me
go!

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

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

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 big wigs
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 jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They sing what's in they soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people this
If Nas say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being 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, of Don Julio
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don