Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life
laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behaving like was good
There lived a little boy who was
By a little Sha-tan and this is he said
"Me and you kid we make some cash
Jacking old beats and the dash"
They jacked the beats, money with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
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 said "Yo, that presidential I got to 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 need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to
"I'mma get like all of these other niggas!"
So, he's in the studio round the clock
For pop radio, the beat to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street when he met sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix assist her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was and he made a left
Was at top speed and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the young man and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door guess who he saw? (Who?)
the chickenhead radio host
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 into his ride, the 4-point Rover
Raced up the doing 83
Some with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He winked his eye his star status mattered
They to make his blood splatter
"You rocking ice and all you do is cling static
And rolling out in Brooklyn night is problematic"
His was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid "Back down, that player is dead"
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he grabbed his .45 and decide to on
With shades on had him astounded and
long 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 cream and the American dream
Trying to pretend the ends the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
It's just what comes to when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your can grasp
night!