Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

And then Jackie Chan started kickin' 'em
pow, pow, pow

Alright y'all, alright enough of that
It's time to go to bed
Time to go to bed , I don't wanna that
You know what time it is, you what time it is
Uncle
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime please?
Okay, okay, tucked in?
Yes
we go

Once a time not long ago
When people wore and lived life slow
When were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was
There lived a little boy who was
By a little and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna some cash
Jackin' old and makin' the dash"
jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild startin' actin'
He said, "Yo, that presidential I have it"
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his was wack
The A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'm a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the when he met this sister
Who sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd for the radio station
But he was and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran Mos Def

I slowed the man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you give it run!"
The said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was props all over
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the doin' 83
Some with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye his star status mattered
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is static
And rollin' down to late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every they said
They told the kid, "Back down, that playa is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to on

Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you your ass
is more than what your hands can grasp
Good

'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, 'em out Mos
'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
'em out

Another, Mos Def, Star movement
Presentation,