Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this chest of a
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 back on his bitch
My caravan doors up
I jumped back in the van and closed it
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga Jungle utters out something like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The blunt turns into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
her head then spit the nut back in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta
got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga
Walking through the door, she rang the twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
That's when I first the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we that 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!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"