Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

So in God's Son we
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they
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, holla at ya, call me the
Working like Muay Thai class, perspire out ya

And of course I've been the boss 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, covered in stocking
I'm him!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip soldiers in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, bitch, I'm nasty
All black 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 dreams that my ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels opened the for me

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

I'm tryin' to more cream
By every September 14th, that's my
So I can be more clean as I 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 God's Son we
'Cause they know I'ma 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I that makes me a hero

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

My lawyers only see the charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in jail for the
Try telling Bob Dylan, 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 talented kids
With new ideas being told they 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, cups of Don
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don