Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

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

we go,
Once a time not long ago,
people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and stood,
And people behavin' like they ought 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 folks and tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, like he had a disease,
He robbed another and and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started erratic,
he "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he "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 this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran the block,
Cop radio's it to another cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A shot for the head, he back but he missed her,
Looked around good and expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, up, run!"
The dope brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
into a tree near university,
Escaped alive the car was battered,
and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he the gun was full o' lead,
He the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he to run on,
Sirens sounded, he astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
Just case 'bout the wrong path,
'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!