Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and 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 back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this 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 on his bitch
My doors open up
I jumped back in the van and it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My nigga Jungle out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the
The smoke goes in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed in the jar
The blunt back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy fans
Spinnin 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 the phone to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my wide, holding 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 laid in the bed 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell to the rug
She to my bed and gave me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then the nut back in my dick
Started sucking no hands, a whole 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 nigga
Walking through the door, she the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass juice and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the begun
That's when I first heard the voice mail on the
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!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"