Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys ya hair done
Pull up a 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 this of a nigga
Now he back to 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 doors open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
reverse, slowly prepared
My Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the gets bigger in growth
Jungle it, put his weed back in the jar
The turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the crib the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty 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 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 dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my with juice and ice
The clock went from 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 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, right now, I see him now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"