Luyện nghe bài hát Hero

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 every time I my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the
I can still see the that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell angels opened the door for me

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

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

Chain gleaming, switching lanes,
Hate him or him for the same reason
Can't leave it, the needs him
Plus the people 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 that me a hero

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

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

So "Untitled" it is
I changed nothin', but people remember this
If Nas say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas being told they can and can't spit

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

Yeah, Nas, Da Don