Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life
When were stern and justice stood
And people was like 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 make some
Jacking old and making the dash"
jacked the beats, money came with ease
But son, he stop, it's like he had a disease
He jacked 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, that I got to have it"
With in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his was wack
The shiny A&R "Great new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'mma get like all of these other niggas!"
So, he's in the working round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'
Was out in the street he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix assist her
up the track and in excitation
He he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was running and he made a
Was skeezing at top and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the man down and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the then guess who he saw? (Who?)
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and west
He said "This one's a bullet, you got to it run!"
The chicken said "Thanks" and it #1
He outside, was getting props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point
Raced up the block 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He winked his eye like his status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rolling out in Brooklyn night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they
They told the kid "Back down, that shit is dead"
in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his .45 and decide to on
With on founded had him astounded and
Before the young man got surrounded
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And is the way I got to end this story
He was out chasing cream and the dream
Trying to the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night!