Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

[child #2] ? !

[mos def] alright y'all, alright enough of that
time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed -- I wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you what time it is

[children] uncle
[mos def]
[children] would you read us a bedtime please?
[mos okay, okay. y'all 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' like was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little sha-tan and this is what he
"me and you kid we gonna make cash,
Jackin' old and makin' the dash..."
They jacked the beats, money came wit'
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, michael jackson, stevie
Set some r & b over the track for cover' (187!)
The kid got wild actin' erratic
He "yo, that presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he 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 like all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to rock'
Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He he'd 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 and I started: "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children? "
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door guess what he saw? (who? )
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout between east and west coast
He said "this one's a bullet, you got ta it run!"
The chicken "thanks." and spanked it #1
He went outside, was gettin' all over
Then he dipped his ride, the 4-point rover
Raced up the block 83
cats 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 crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' to brooklyn late night is problematic..."
His was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
told the kid "back down, that playa shit is dead."
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he his 45 and decide to blaze on
Wit' on founded 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 pass when you your ass
Life is more than what your hands can
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!