Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

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

The goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's this chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My doors open up
I jumped in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, slowly
My nigga Jungle utters out crazy 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 into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy fans
Spinnin records backwards of
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, took off the black
I'm in the crib the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So with my wide, holding my heat
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, then the rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout this 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 then spit 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 behind
through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my with juice and ice
The went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the begun
That's when I first heard the voice mail on the
It said, "Son we found nigga we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, this Nas, it. Peace"