Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All clothes 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 ain't never to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented
With new ideas being told they can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don