Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair
up a chair hon' and put it in the air son
Dog, whatever they call you, god, listen
I spit a story backwards, it at the ending

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this chest of a
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his
My caravan open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it
Going reverse, 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 turns into a cigar
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the crib with the 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 mouth wide, holding my
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes 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 the nut back in my dick
sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra on her tits
Got fully dressed and me, "Stressed really I'm"
up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she rang the bell
I vomited Vodka back in my 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 found that we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"