Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up and honeys 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 starts at the

The bullet back in the gun
The hole's closing this chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands back on his
My caravan doors up
I jumped back in the van and closed it
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 blunt turns back into a
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my mouth wide, holding my
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block 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 to my bed and gave me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the nut in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a whole spit
Then got up and put her bra on her tits
Got fully and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her behind
Walking through the door, she rang the twice
I vomited Vodka in my glass with juice and ice
The clock back from 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 that nigga we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"