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 enough of that
It's time to go to bed
Time to go to bed -- I don't hear that
You know what time it is, you what time it is

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

Once upon a not long ago
When people adidas and lived life slow
When were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like hip-hop was
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little and this is what he said
"me and you kid we gonna some cash,
Jackin' old beats and the dash..."
They 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' actin'
He "yo, that presidential I got ta have it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But did he know that 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 dough like all-a these niggaz!"
So, he's in the workin' 'round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet
Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided 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 man down and I started: "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children? "
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then what he saw? (who? )
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west
He "this one's a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
The chicken "thanks." and spanked it #1
He went outside, was gettin' props all
Then he dipped his ride, the 4-point rover
Raced up the block 83
Some cats with saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his status mattered
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"you rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling
And rollin' down to brooklyn night is problematic..."
His eyes was bloody red, he on every word they said
They the kid "back down, that playa shit is dead."
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he grabbed his 45 and 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 story
He was out cream and the american dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
This 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
'em out the box mos, knock 'em out mos (3x)

'em out...

A-nother...mos def...black movement...
Presentation... cruuumbs!