Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and life slow
When were stern and justice stood
And was behaving like 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 cash
Jacking old beats and the dash"
jacked the beats, money came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the 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 was wack
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, he's in the studio working the clock
For pop radio, jacked the to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the street he met this sister
Who sing for shh but the mix would assist her
up the track and in excitation
He he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was running and he a left
Was skeezing at top speed and ran Mos Def
I slowed the young man and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you selling lies to our and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then who he saw? (Who?)
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and coast
He said "This a bullet, you got to give it run!"
The chicken said "Thanks" and it #1
He outside, was getting props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the Rover
Raced up the block 83
Some with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He his eye like his star status mattered
They to make his blood splatter
"You crazy 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
told 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 shades on had him astounded and
Before long the young man got
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And this is the way I got to end this
He was out chasing and the American dream
Trying to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night!