Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and life slow
When laws were stern and stood
And people was behaving hip-hop was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna some cash
Jacking old and making the dash"
They the beats, money came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, started erratic
He said "Yo, presidential I got to 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 a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'mma get dough like all of these niggas!"
So, he's in the studio round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix would her
Hooked up the track and in
He he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was and he made a left
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the young man down and I "Yo money
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then guess who he (Who?)
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yapping 'bout beef east and west coast
He "This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!"
The chicken "Thanks" and spanked it #1
He went outside, was props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the Rover
up the block doing 83
Some with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He winked his eye his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is static
And out in Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every they said
They the kid "Back down, that player shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he his .45 and decide to blaze on
shades on founded had him astounded and
Before the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And this is the way I got to end story
He was out chasing cream and the American
Trying to pretend the justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night!