Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands back on his
My doors open up
I jumped back in the van and it shut
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in of this chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
up the phone, then 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
Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta
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
through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story
That's when I heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that we gotta kill"

Hey yo son, hey yo son, you hear me, you me?
Listen man, dude right on the block, right now, man
I him, right now, I see him right now!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"