Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back 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 nigga Jungle out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the
The smoke goes in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the 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
Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm laid in the bed 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell to the rug
She to my bed and gave me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then the nut back in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed I'm"
Picked up her bag and left her nigga behind
through the door, she rang the bell twice
I Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story
That's when I first heard the voice mail on the
It said, "Son we found that nigga we kill"

Hey yo son, hey yo son, you me, you hear me?
man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him now!
kill him)

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"