Luyện nghe bài hát Rewind

Listen up gangstas and honeys ya hair done
Pull up a 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 hole's closing this chest of a nigga
Now he back to one
Screaming, "Shoot please"
I put my fifth on my hip
like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his back on his bitch
My caravan open up
I jumped back in the van and 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 smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt bigger in growth
Jungle it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back a cigar
We to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin backwards of AC/DC
I give my niggas dap, jump out the van first
Back upstairs, off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the to my ear
Listen up so y'all can out the poem real clear
The voice on the was like, "Outside right we"
So my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, for ya
'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on the"
Hung up the phone, the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her just fell 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 with no hands, a whole lotta
Then got up and put her bra on her tits
Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed I'm"
Picked up her bag and left her nigga behind
Walking through the door, she the bell twice
I vomited Vodka in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went from three, to two, to one
And that's about the the story begun
That's when I heard the voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that 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 found him, now, I see him right now!
kill him)

"Yo, Nas, leave it. Peace"