Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life
When laws were stern and justice
And people was behaving like hip-hop was
There lived a boy who was misled
By a Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some
Jacking old beats and the dash"
They the beats, money came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Wonder
Set some R&B the track for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, started erratic
He said "Yo, that I got to have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But little did he know that his was wack
The shiny A&R "Great new hit, G!"
"Whenever you a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got and he starts to figure
"I'mma get dough like all of other niggas!"
So, he's in the studio working round the
For pop radio, jacked the beat to Rock'
Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in
He he'd head 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 guess who he saw? (Who?)
Jane the chickenhead radio
Who be 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said "This a bullet, you got to give 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 block 83
cats with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He winked his eye like his status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is static
And rolling out in late 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 his .45 and decide to blaze on
With shades on founded had him 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 dream
Trying to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what hands can grasp
night!