Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys ya hair done
up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it at the ending

The bullet back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this chest of a
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his
My caravan doors up
I jumped back in the van and closed it
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets in growth
Jungle it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy fans
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just to the rug
She to my bed and gave me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started sucking no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her bag and left her nigga behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass juice and ice
The clock back from three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we kill"

Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you me?
man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"