Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or love him for the reason
Can't leave it, the game him
Plus the people need someone to in

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

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 time I close 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
Tell them opened the door for me

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

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

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

So in Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma '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
L.A. and **** ****** was riding wit it
But Newsweek startled big wigs
said, "Nas, why's you trying it?

My only see the Billboard charts as winning
Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
Still in musical prison, in for the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Joel
can't sing what's in they soul!

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don