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 needs him
Plus the people need 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 me a hero

chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and on his back Maybach-er
Exotic eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor
like Muay Thai class, could 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 I'm shopping
Used to be train robbing, face covered in
I'm him!

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

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

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

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

From Berettas and moving raw
To in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
what I call mature, that's what I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, what 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 grow
I can see things more clearly that's why they me
go!

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need someone to 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 side
Blocking y'all from going to stores and it
First L.A. and **** was riding wit it
But article startled big wigs
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 telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Joel
They can't sing what's in soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember 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, drop it
Like it or not, you gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, of Don Julio
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don