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 they call you, god, just
I a story backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this chest of a
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 on his bitch
My caravan doors up
I jumped back in the van and closed it
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed in the jar
The turns back into a cigar
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the shirt
I'm in the with the phone 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 Jungle said, "Block your on the"
up the phone, then the phone rang
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 spit the nut back in my
Started sucking with no hands, a whole spit
got up and put her bra back on her tits
Got fully and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and her nigga behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited back 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 I first heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that 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, now, I see him right now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"