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
leave it, the game needs him
Plus the people someone to believe in

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

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

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

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

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

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 so ice lay on me so classy

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

nine Berettas and moving raw
To chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
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 tryin' to make 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 love him for the reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about 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 hustler in the studio, cups of Don
No matter what the CD I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don