Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya done
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 goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out something like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the gets bigger in growth
Jungle it, put his weed back in the jar
The turns back into a cigar
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, took off the shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holding my
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just 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 on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed I'm"
up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she rang the twice
I vomited Vodka back in my with juice and ice
The clock 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 nigga we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"