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, y'all enough of that
time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna that
You what time it is, you know what time it is

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

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore adidas and lived life
When laws stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like hip-hop was
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little sha-tan and this is he said
"me and you kid we gonna make cash,
Jackin' old beats and the dash..."
jacked the beats, money 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 wild startin' erratic
He said "yo, presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But little did he know his joints was wack
The a & r said "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 all-a these niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For pop radio, jacked the to 'planet rock'
Was out in the street when he met sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the station
But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a
Was at top speed and ran into mos def
I the young man down and I started: "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and "
He ran up to the top floor
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 one's a bullet, you got ta it run!"
The chicken said "thanks." and it #1
He outside, was gettin' props all over
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover
Raced up the doin' 83
Some cats with saw him at a r-e-d
He his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"you rockin' ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to late night is problematic..."
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word 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 decide to on
Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out cream and the american dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to when you sell your ass
is more than what your 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!