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 someone to in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need to believe in

So in God's Son we
'Cause they know 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 soldiers in half
Silverback ape, 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 see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

nine Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and
That's what I call mature, that's I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit

I'm tryin' to make cream
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more as I grow yearly
I can see more clearly that's why they fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
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
'Cause know I'ma give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the 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 charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only rebel since the beginning
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, or Billy Joel
They can't sing in they soul!

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

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, drop it
Like it or not, you 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