Acordes de Rewind
Nas
Nas

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Tonalidad: Bb minor
Verse 1
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Listen up gangstas and honeys
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with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and
put it in the air son
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Dog, whatever they call you,
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god, just listen
I spit a story backwards,
it starts at the ending
Verse 2
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The bullet goes back in the gun
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The bullet hole's closing
this chest of a nigga
Now he back to square one
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Screaming, "Shoot don't please"
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I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
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He put his hands back on his bitch
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My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van
and closed it shut
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Going reverse, slowly prepared
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My nigga Jungle utters out something crazy like,
"Go he there"
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Sitting in back of this chair,
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we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt,
the blunt gets bigger in growth
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Jungle unrolls it,
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put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
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We listen to Stevie,
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it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinnin records backwards of AC DC
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I give my niggas dap,
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jump out the van back first
Back upstairs,
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took off the black shirt
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I'm in the crib with the
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phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure
out the poem real clear
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The voice on the phone was like,
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"Outside right we"
So with my mouth wide,
holding my heat
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Bullets I had plenty to squeeze,
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plenty for ya
'Cause Jungle said,
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"Block your on enemies the"
Hung up the phone,
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then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinking 'bout
this pretty young thing
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Who left, she came back,
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her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
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I told her, "No hell"
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She talking 'bout, "Me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the
nut back in my dick
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Started sucking with no hands,
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a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her
bra back on her tits
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Got fully dressed and told me,
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"Stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and
left her nigga behind
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Walking through the door,
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she rang the bell twice
I vomited Vodka back in my
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glass with juice and ice
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The clock went back from three,
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to two, to one
And that's about the time
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the story begun
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That's when I first heard the
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voice mail on the cell
It said, "Son we found that
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nigga we gotta kill"
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Hey yo son, hey yo son,
Verse 3
you hear me,
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you hear me?
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Listen man, this dude right on the block,
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right now, man
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I found him, right now,
I see him right now!
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Let's kill him)
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"Yo, this Nas,
Verse 4
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leave it. Peace"
Outro 1
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