Letra de Rewind - Nas
Letra de canci�n de Rewind de Nas lyrics
Listen up gangstas and hunnies wit ya hair done
Pull up a chair hun and put it in the air son
Dawg, whatever they call you god just listen
I spit a story backwards, its starts at the endin'...
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet holes closin' the chest of a nigga now he back to square one
Screamin "shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
Its like a vcr rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jump back in the van and close it shut
Go in reverse fully prepared
My nigga jungle utters something crazy like "go he there"
Sittin back in this chair, we hittin' the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, puts his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listenin to stevie, it sounds like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of ac/dc
I give my nigga's that, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs took off the black shirt
Im in the crib with the phone on my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like "outside right we"
So with my mouth wide holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
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Cause jungle said "block ya on enemies up"
Hung up the phone then the phone ring
Im layin in the bed thinkin bout this pretty young thing
Who left she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her "no hell" she talkin bout "me kiss"
Bobed her head and spit a nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands a whole lot of spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tit
Got fully dressed and told me "stressed really I'm"
Picked up her gucci bag and left a nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited, vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1
And thats about the time the story begun
Thats when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
It said "son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
(beep)(message)
Aiyo son, yo son you hear me, you hear me
Listen man, this dude right on the block
Right now man, I found him right now
I see him right now, lets kill him
(beep)(answering machine)
Yo this nas, leave it peace
(beep)
Pull up a chair hun and put it in the air son
Dawg, whatever they call you god just listen
I spit a story backwards, its starts at the endin'...
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet holes closin' the chest of a nigga now he back to square one
Screamin "shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
Its like a vcr rewindin a hit
He put his hands back on his bitch
My caravan doors open up
I jump back in the van and close it shut
Go in reverse fully prepared
My nigga jungle utters something crazy like "go he there"
Sittin back in this chair, we hittin' the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, puts his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listenin to stevie, it sounds like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of ac/dc
I give my nigga's that, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs took off the black shirt
Im in the crib with the phone on my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like "outside right we"
So with my mouth wide holdin my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/rewind-nas.php
Cause jungle said "block ya on enemies up"
Hung up the phone then the phone ring
Im layin in the bed thinkin bout this pretty young thing
Who left she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her "no hell" she talkin bout "me kiss"
Bobed her head and spit a nut back in my dick
Started suckin with no hands a whole lot of spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her tit
Got fully dressed and told me "stressed really I'm"
Picked up her gucci bag and left a nigga behind
Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited, vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from 3 to 2 to 1
And thats about the time the story begun
Thats when I first heard the voice mail on the cell
It said "son we found that nigga we gotta kill"
(beep)(message)
Aiyo son, yo son you hear me, you hear me
Listen man, this dude right on the block
Right now man, I found him right now
I see him right now, lets kill him
(beep)(answering machine)
Yo this nas, leave it peace
(beep)
