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, whatever they call you, god, listen
I spit a backwards, it starts at the ending

The bullet goes in the gun
The bullet hole's closing chest of a nigga
Now he to square one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my back on my hip
It's a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands on his bitch
My caravan open up
I jumped back in the van and 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 goes back in the blunt, the blunt bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his back in the jar
The blunt turns back a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records of AC/DC
I my niggas dap, jump out the van back 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 poem clear
The voice on the phone was like, "Outside we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block on enemies the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout pretty young 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 then spit the nut back in my dick
Started sucking with no hands, a lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her
Got fully and told me, "Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left her behind
Walking the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my glass with and ice
The clock went back three, to two, to one
And about the time the story begun
That's when I heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we that nigga we gotta kill"

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

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"