Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a not long ago
When wore Adidas and lived life slow
laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behaving hip-hop was good
There lived a boy who was misled
By a Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna some cash
Jacking old beats and the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came with
But son, he couldn't stop, it's he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie
Set R&B over the track for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, started acting
He "Yo, that presidential I got to have it"
With liquor in his 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 starts to
"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 sing for shh but the mix assist her
Hooked up the and in excitation
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 the young man down and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you selling lies to our and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess who he (Who?)
Jane the radio host
Who be yapping 'bout beef east and west coast
He "This one's a bullet, you got to give it run!"
The said "Thanks" and spanked it #1
He went outside, was getting all over
Then he into his ride, the 4-point Rover
Raced up the doing 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his splatter
"You rocking ice and all you do is cling static
And rolling out in late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word said
They the kid "Back down, that player shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he grabbed his .45 and to blaze on
With on founded had him astounded and
Before long the young man got
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And this is the way I got to end story
He was out cream and the American dream
Trying to pretend the justify the means
This ain't funny so you dare laugh
It's what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than your hands can grasp
night!