Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

[child #2] ? !

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

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

Once upon a not long ago
When people adidas and lived life slow
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 make some cash,
old beats and makin' the dash..."
They the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's he had a disease
He another and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder
Set some r & b over the track for 'deep (187!)
The kid got wild startin' actin'
He said "yo, presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his son, he made up the track
But little did he 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 starts to
"i'm-a get dough like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the
For pop radio, jacked the beat to rock'
Was out in the when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided he'd for the radio station
But (but!) he was runnin' and he a left
Was skeezin' at top and ran into mos def
I slowed the young man down and I "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and "
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess he saw? (who? )
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef east and west coast
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 cats hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his star status
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"you rockin' crazy ice and all you do is static
And rollin' down to brooklyn night is problematic..."
His was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They the kid "back down, that playa shit is dead."
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he his 45 and decide to blaze on
Wit' shades on founded had him an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the american
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass you sell your ass
Life is more than what hands 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!