Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The goes back in the gun
The hole's closing this chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
It's a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My doors open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My nigga Jungle out something crazy like, "Go he there"
in back of this chair, we hitting the roach
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 listen to Stevie, it sounded like metal fans
Spinnin backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
Back upstairs, took off the shirt
I'm in the crib 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 wide, holding my heat
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on 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 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 the nut back in my dick
Started sucking no hands, a whole lotta 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 behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass juice and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the begun
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 me, you hear me?
Listen man, this dude on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him now!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"