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.
Tucked in?

we go,
Once a time not long ago,
when people wore and lived life slow,
When laws were and justice stood,
And were behavin' like they ought to good,
lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, 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 did he know the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "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 cold and ran around the block,
Cop radio's it to lady cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot but he missed her,
Looked around and from expectations,
So he decided he'd for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
the dope 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 there was all over,
he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
Crashed into a tree university,
Escaped though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
Grabbed a lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey dead",
Deep in his he knew he was wrong,
So he let the go and he starts to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went 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 still him scream,
This funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!