Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair 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 bullet closing this chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga Jungle out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the
The goes back in the blunt, the blunt 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 heavy metal fans
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the crib the phone to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The on the phone 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, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout pretty young 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 spit the nut back in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she rang the bell
I Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
That's when I first the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that nigga we kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"