Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The bullet back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
It's like a VCR a hit
He put his hands back on his
My doors open up
I back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, prepared
My Jungle utters out something crazy like, "Go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we the roach
The goes 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 listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal
records backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the real clear
The on the phone was like, "Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
Bullets I had to squeeze, plenty for ya
Jungle said, "Block your 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 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 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 nigga
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my with juice and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story
That's I first heard the voice 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"