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 closing this chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his back on his bitch
My doors open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
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 in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a
We listen to Stevie, it like 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 with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem clear
The on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holding my
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her just 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 in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a whole spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga
Walking through the door, she rang the bell
I vomited back 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 when I first heard the mail on the cell
It said, "Son we that nigga we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"