Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once upon a time not ago
When people wore Adidas and lived slow
When laws stern and justice stood
And people was like hip-hop was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he
"Me and you kid we gonna make some
Jacking old and making the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came with
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set R&B over the track for "Deep Cover" (187!)
The kid got wild, started erratic
He said "Yo, presidential I got to have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he up the track
But little did he know his joints was wack
The shiny A&R "Great new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo get me"
The kid got amped and he 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 street when he met sister
Who couldn't for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio
But (What?) he was and he made a left
Was skeezing at top speed and ran Mos Def
I slowed the 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 guess who he saw? (Who?)
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yapping 'bout between east and west coast
He said "This a bullet, you got to give it run!"
The chicken said "Thanks" and it #1
He went outside, was getting props all
he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover
Raced up the doing 83
Some cats Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He winked his eye 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 every they said
They told the kid "Back down, player shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was
But he his .45 and decide to blaze on
With shades on had him astounded and
long the young man got surrounded
Those the guns, so goes the glory
And this is the way I got to end this
He was out chasing cream and the American
Trying to pretend the ends justify the
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you your ass
Life is more than what hands can grasp
night!