Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
him or love him for the same reason
Can't it, the game needs him
Plus the people need to believe in

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the need 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

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

And time I close 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 Berettas and moving raw
To in wine cellars, sticks 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 a gangsta to the fullest, shit

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

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
'Cause they know give 'em what they want
looking for a hero
I that makes me a hero

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

My only see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true since the beginning
Still in prison, in jail for the flow
Try Bob Dylan, Bruce 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, about these talented kids
new ideas being told what they can and can't spit

I sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it
it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don
No matter the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don