Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's this chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his back on his bitch
My caravan open 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 smoke back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back
upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause said, "Block your on enemies the"
up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this 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 spit 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 and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she rang the twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story
That's when I first heard the mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found nigga we gotta 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"