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 reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people need someone to in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the need someone to believe in

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

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

And every time I my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams that my niggas never lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

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

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

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop 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 called I'm y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don