Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet 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 a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his
My doors open up
I jumped back in the van and it shut
reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out 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
unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy metal fans
records backwards of AC/DC
I my niggas dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed 'bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just to the rug
She fell to my bed and me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head spit the nut back in my dick
Started 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"
Picked up her bag and left her nigga behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock back from three, to two, to one
And about the time the story begun
That's when I heard the voice 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 on the block, right now, man
I him, right now, I see him right now!
kill him)

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"