Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

Another of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
Crooks and castle on his Maybach-er
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, could out ya

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

gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Hate him or him for the same reason
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 they
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, mag
Young, rich and flashy, bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes so ice lay on me so

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

From nine 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 what I call a gangsta to the fullest,

I'm to make more cream
By every September 14th, my dream
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 to believe in

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don