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 they call you, god, just
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the

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
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"
in back of this chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt 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 fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my mouth wide, my heat
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this pretty thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes fell 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
sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully dressed and me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga
Walking through the door, she rang the bell
I vomited back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And that's the time the story begun
That's when I first the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"