Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair
Pull up a hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, just
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet closing this chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his back on his bitch
My caravan open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
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 bigger in growth
unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holding my
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her then spit the nut back in my dick
sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully dressed and me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her behind
Walking through the door, she the bell twice
I Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voice on the cell
It said, "Son we found that we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"