Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

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

we go,
Once upon a not long ago,
people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws stern and justice stood,
And were behavin' like they ought to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one stop, it's like he had a disease,
He another 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 belly and he him a slap,
But little did he know the boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me?",
The barrel was set for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do years if I pull trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran 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,
Looked good and from expectations,
So he he'd head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he him,
"Sorry"
Then he his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
up the door there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend dope,
Who know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped a car, a stolen Nova (?),
up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a near university,
Escaped 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 go and he starts to run on,
Sirens sounded, he 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 seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
Just another case 'bout the path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' gets cast.
Goodnight!