Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and with ya hair done
Pull up a hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, they call you, god, just listen
I spit a story backwards, it at the ending

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
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My doors open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
reverse, slowly prepared
My Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
in back of this chair, we hitting 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 to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So with my wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm laid in the bed thinking this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell 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 back in my
Started sucking no hands, a whole lotta spit
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 behind
Walking through the door, she rang the bell
I vomited Vodka in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And that's about the the story begun
That's when I first heard the 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 dude right on the block, now, man
I found him, right now, I see him now!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"