Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
him or love him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
Plus the people need someone to 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 cleanest rapper, gentleman
Crooks and castle on his Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, me the chiropractor
Working like Muay class, could perspire out ya

And of course I've been the 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, face in stocking
I'm him!

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

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

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm
All black 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 dreams that my niggas never lived to see
Tell them angels the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or love him for the 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 give 'em they want
They looking for a
I guess that me a hero

It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the side
y'all from going 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 see the Billboard charts as winning
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the
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, about these talented kids
new ideas being told 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 in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called I'm y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don