Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the fuck 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 Son we trust
'Cause they know give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
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 'em what they want
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 time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can see the Bridge
I can still see the that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the reason
Can't 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
looking for a hero
I guess that me a hero

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

My lawyers only see the charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the true rebel since the beginning
in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
can't sing what's in they soul!

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

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don