Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a not long ago
When people Adidas and lived life slow
laws were stern and justice stood
And was behaving like hip-hop was good
There lived a boy who was misled
By a little and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we make some cash
old beats and making the dash"
They the beats, money came with 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, acting erratic
He said "Yo, presidential I got to have it"
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was
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'mma get dough like all of other niggas!"
So, in the studio working round the clock
For pop radio, the beat to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street when he met sister
Who sing for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the radio
But (What?) he was running and he a left
Was skeezing at top speed and ran Mos Def
I slowed the young man down and I "Yo money
Yo, why you selling lies to our and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the then guess who he saw? (Who?)
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be yapping 'bout beef east and west coast
He said "This one's a bullet, you got to it run!"
The said "Thanks" and spanked it #1
He went outside, was getting all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the Rover
Raced up the doing 83
Some with Hennessey 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 rocking ice and all you do is cling static
And out in Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid "Back down, that player is dead"
in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he his .45 and decide to blaze on
With shades on founded had him and
long the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the
And this is the way I got to end this
He was out cream and the American dream
Trying to pretend the ends the means
This ain't 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!