Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, lanes, two-seating
Hate him or 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 know I'ma give 'em what they
looking for a hero
I guess makes me a hero

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

And every I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can 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 chilling in wine cellars, and humidors
That's what I call mature, that's 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 more
By every September 14th, my dream
So I can be more clean as I yearly
I can see things more that's why they fear me
go!

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

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

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

My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as
Forgetting Nas the true rebel 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 nothin', but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these kids
With new ideas being told what 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, of Don Julio
No what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
go!

Yeah, Nas, Da Don