Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't leave it, the game him
the people 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 that makes me a

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the need someone to believe 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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in
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 close my
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell them opened the door for me

From Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and
That's 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 to make more cream
By every 14th, that's my dream
So I can be clean as I grow yearly
I can see things clearly that's why they fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

My lawyers see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the true rebel since the beginning
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing 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 ideas being told what can and can't spit

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma 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