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

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

Another chapter of the rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his back
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the
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 black
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 it, the game needs him
Plus the need someone to believe in

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
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

From nine 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 what I call a to the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make more
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see more clearly 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 to believe in

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don