Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the same
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to 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 castle on his Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, me the chiropractor
Working Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the 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 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I guess that me a hero

Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me rip your soldiers in half
ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes so ice lay on me so

And every time I close my
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the dreams my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the same
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to in

So in Son we trust
they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They for a hero
I guess that 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 big wigs
They said, "Nas, why's you it?

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

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

I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma it
Like it or not, you ain't 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