Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet goes in the gun
The hole's closing this chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan open 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 of this chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed in the jar
The blunt back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
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
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout pretty young thing
Who left, she back, her clothes 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 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 left her nigga
Walking through the door, she rang the twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with and ice
The clock back from three, to two, to one
And about 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, this dude on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"