Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up and honeys with ya hair done
up a chair 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 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 caravan doors up
I jumped back in the van and it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out 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
unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy metal fans
records backwards of AC/DC
I my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm laid in the bed 'bout this pretty 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 head then spit the nut in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra on her tits
Got dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And about the time the story begun
That's when I 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?
Listen man, this dude on the block, right now, man
I him, right now, I see him right now!
kill him)

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"