Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and with ya hair done
up a chair hon' 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 goes in the gun
The hole's closing this chest 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 caravan doors up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
in back of this chair, we hitting 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 a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the crib the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can out the poem real clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So with my wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty 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 head then spit the nut back in my
Started sucking no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully dressed and me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she the bell twice
I vomited back in my glass with juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the 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 hear me, you me?
man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, now, I see him right now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"