Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing 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 back on his
My caravan open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My nigga Jungle out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the
The smoke back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The blunt turns back a cigar
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin backwards of AC/DC
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
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real
The on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her then spit the nut back in my dick
sucking with 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 left her nigga
Walking through the door, she rang the 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 time the story
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 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"