Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

[child #2] ? !

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

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

upon a time not long ago
When people wore and lived life slow
When laws were and justice stood
And people was like hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little sha-tan and this is what he
"me and you kid we make some cash,
Jackin' old beats and the dash..."
They jacked the beats, money came wit'
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He jacked and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder
Set some r & b over the for 'deep cover' (187!)
The kid got startin' actin' erratic
He said "yo, presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But little did he know his joints was wack
The shiny a & r "great new hit g!"
"whenever you need a loop, yo get me..."
The kid got amped and he starts to
"i'm-a get like 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 street when he met sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix her sister
up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd for the radio station
But (but!) he was and he made a left
Was at top speed and ran into mos def
I the young man down and I started: "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children? "
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then what he saw? (who? )
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west
He "this one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
The said "thanks." and spanked it #1
He outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he dipped his ride, the 4-point rover
up the block doin' 83
Some with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"you crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to brooklyn night is problematic..."
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every they said
They told the kid "back down, that shit is dead."
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and to blaze on
Wit' shades on founded had him an'
long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' and the american dream
Tryin' to the ends justify the means
This funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than 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!