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

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

Once a time not long ago
When people adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice
And people was behavin' like was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little sha-tan and is what he said
"me and you kid we make some cash,
old beats and makin' the dash..."
They jacked the beats, came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, jackson, stevie wonder
Set some r & b over the track for 'deep (187!)
The kid got wild startin' erratic
He said "yo, that presidential I got ta it..."
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But did he know 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 all-a otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the to 'planet rock'
Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd for the radio station
But (but!) he was and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran mos def
I slowed the young man 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 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 into his ride, the rover
Raced up the doin' 83
Some cats with saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his star mattered
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"you rockin' ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' to brooklyn late night is problematic..."
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
told 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 had him astounded an'
long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this
He was out cream and the american dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's what comes to pass when you sell 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!