Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

[child #2] ? !

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

[children] mos?
[mos yeeesss?
[children] would you us a bedtime story please?
def] okay, okay. y'all tucked in?
yeessss...
[mos def] we go...

Once upon a not long ago
When people wore adidas and lived slow
laws were stern and justice stood
And was behavin' like hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little sha-tan and this is he said
"me and you kid we gonna some cash,
Jackin' old beats and the dash..."
They the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, jackson, stevie wonder
Set r & b over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)
The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said "yo, that presidential I got ta it..."
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But little did he know his joints was wack
The a & r said "great new hit g!"
"whenever you need a loop, yo get me..."
The kid got and he starts to figure
"i'm-a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' the clock
For pop radio, jacked the to 'planet rock'
Was out in the when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the track and in
He decided head for the radio station
But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a
Was skeezin' at top and ran into mos def
I slowed the young man down and I "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children? "
He ran up to the top floor
up the door then guess what he saw? (who? )
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between and west coast
He "this one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
The chicken said "thanks." and it #1
He outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he into his ride, the 4-point rover
up the block doin' 83
Some cats hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his status mattered
rat-a-tat-tatted to make 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, playa shit is dead."
in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and to blaze on
Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
long, the young man got surrounded
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out chasin' and the american dream
to pretend the ends justify the means
This funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your can grasp
night!

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

'em out...

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