Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

[child #1] ...and jackie chan just started kickin em
pow! pow! pow!

[child #2] ? !

[mos def] alright y'all, alright y'all enough of
It's time to go to bed
to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what it is

[children] uncle
def] yeeesss?
[children] you read us a bedtime story please?
[mos def] okay, okay. tucked in?
yeessss...
[mos heeeere we go...

upon a time not long ago
When people adidas and lived life slow
When laws were and justice stood
And people was behavin' hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little sha-tan and is what he said
"me and you kid we make some cash,
Jackin' old and makin' the dash..."
They jacked the beats, came wit' ease
But son, he stop, it's like he had a disease
He another and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder
Set r & b over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)
The kid got startin' actin' erratic
He "yo, that presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But did he know that his joints was wack
The shiny a & r "great new hit g!"
"whenever you a loop, yo come get me..."
The kid got amped and he to figure
"i'm-a get dough like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For pop radio, the beat to 'planet rock'
Was out in the street when he met sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio
But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a
Was at top speed and ran into mos def
I slowed the young man down and I "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children? "
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then what he saw? (who? )
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west
He said "this a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
The chicken said "thanks." and it #1
He went outside, was gettin' all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the rover
up the block doin' 83
Some with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"you rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling
And rollin' down to brooklyn night is problematic..."
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid "back down, that playa is dead."
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and to blaze on
Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell ass
Life is more than what hands can grasp
night!

(kids talking)
Knock 'em out the box mos, 'em out mos
'em out the box mos, knock 'em out mos (3x)

'em out...

A-nother...mos def...black movement...
Presentation... cruuumbs!