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 story backwards, it 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 fifth on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in of this chair, we hitting the roach
The goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle 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 give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause 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 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 spit the nut in my dick
Started sucking no hands, a whole lotta spit
got up and put her bra back 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 twice
I vomited Vodka in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
That's when I heard 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 right on the block, now, man
I him, right now, I see him right now!
Let's him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"