Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan doors up
I back in the van and closed it shut
reverse, slowly prepared
My nigga Jungle utters out something 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 unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy 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 with the phone 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, holding my
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty thing
Who left, she came back, her just fell to the rug
She to my bed and gave me a hug
I her, "No hell"
She 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head spit the nut back in my dick
sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my with juice and ice
The clock back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story
That's when I first heard the voice mail on the
It said, "Son we found that we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"