Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

Once a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived slow
When laws were stern and stood
And people was behaving like hip-hop was
There a little boy who was misled
By a little and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some
Jacking old beats and 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, Michael Jackson, Wonder
Set some R&B over the 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 made up the
But did he know that his joints was wack
The A&R said "Great new hit, G!"
"Whenever you a loop, yo come 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 round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the to 'Planet Rock'
Was out in the when he met this sister
Who couldn't for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in
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 slowed the young man and I started: "Yo money
Yo, why you selling to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the then guess who he saw? (Who?)
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yapping 'bout beef between east and coast
He said "This one's a bullet, you got to it run!"
The chicken "Thanks" and spanked it #1
He went outside, was getting all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point
Raced up the block 83
Some with Hennessey saw him at a R-E-D
He his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood
"You rocking crazy ice and all you do is static
And rolling out in late night is problematic"
His eyes was red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid "Back down, that player 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
Before 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 chasing and the American dream
to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so you dare laugh
It's just what comes to when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can
night!