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 someone to believe in

So in Son we trust
'Cause they I'ma give 'em what they want
They looking for a
I that makes me a hero

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

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

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

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

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 black clothes so ice lay on me so

And every time I my lids
I can see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't lived to see
them angels opened the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game 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 makes me a

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the side
Blocking y'all from to stores and buying it
First L.A. and **** was riding wit it
But Newsweek startled big wigs
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
They can't sing what's in soul!

So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented
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 gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don