Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

QB!
Where the yall 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
the people need someone to believe in

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

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

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the reason
Can't it, the game needs 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 guess that makes me a

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

And every time I close my
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas never lived to see
Tell them angels opened the for me

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

I'm to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see more clearly that's why they fear me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or him for the same reason
leave 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 they want
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard as winning
Forgetting Nas the only rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Joel
They can't sing in they soul!

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

I can't sit and it, so shit, I'ma drop 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 called I'm y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don