Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you read us a story?
Please, huh,
Allright,
you get to bed,
get the storybook.
Ya'll in?

we go,
Once a time not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and life slow,
When laws were stern and stood,
And people were behavin' like they to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna sum cash,
robbin' old and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one stop, it's like he had a disease,
He robbed and another and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop his arm, he started acting erratic,
he "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his and he gave him a slap,
But little did he the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he "Why did ya hit me?",
The barrel was set straight for the kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do years if I this trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
around good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he made his move to an building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
up the door there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed into a tree university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey dead",
Deep in his heart he he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
Just case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' gets cast.
Goodnight!