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 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 make some
Jacking old and making the dash"
jacked the beats, money came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Wonder
Set some R&B over the for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, acting erratic
He "Yo, that presidential I got to have it"
With in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he that his joints was wack
The A&R said "Great new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he to figure
"I'mma get dough all of these other niggas!"
So, he's in the studio working the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'
Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix assist her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided he'd for the radio station
But (What?) he was running and he made a
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo
Yo, why you selling lies to our and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then guess who he (Who?)
Jane the radio host
Who be yapping 'bout between east and west coast
He "This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!"
The chicken said "Thanks" and it #1
He went outside, was props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point
Raced up the doing 83
Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a
He his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to his blood splatter
"You rocking ice and all you do is cling static
And rolling out in Brooklyn late is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on word they said
They told the kid "Back down, player shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he his .45 and decide to blaze on
With on founded had him astounded and
long the young man got surrounded
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And this is the way I got to end this
He was out chasing and the American dream
Trying to the ends justify the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you your ass
Life is more than your hands can grasp
night!