Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
It's a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his
My caravan open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we the roach
The smoke goes in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a
We listen to Stevie, it sounded heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
Back upstairs, took off the black
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 wide, holding my heat
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her just 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 on her tits
Got dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and her nigga behind
through the door, she rang the bell twice
I Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the begun
That's I first 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, this right on the block, right now, man
I found him, now, I see him right now!
Let's him)

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"