Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived slow
When laws were stern and stood
And people was like hip-hop was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make cash
Jacking old beats and the dash"
They jacked the beats, came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B the track for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, started acting
He said "Yo, that I got to have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But little did he that his joints 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 'Planet
Was out in the when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix assist her
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the station
But (What?) he was and he made a left
Was skeezing at top and ran into Mos Def
I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo
Yo, why you selling to our wives and children?"
He ran up to the top floor
up the door then guess who he saw? (Who?)
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yapping 'bout beef east and west coast
He said "This one's a bullet, you got to it run!"
The chicken "Thanks" and spanked it #1
He outside, was getting props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point
up the block doing 83
Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a
He winked his eye like his star mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"You crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And out in Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
told the kid "Back down, that player shit 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
Before the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so the glory
And is the way I got to end this story
He was out cream and the American dream
Trying to the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night!