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 upon a time not ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived slow,
When laws stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they to good,
There a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha boy and this is what 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 another and and a sista and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he acting erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no 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 lady 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 for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was breath,
an old man down and swore he killed 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 don't know the of water nor soap,
He "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed into a near university,
Escaped alive the car was battered,
and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
Grabbed a pregnant and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he the gun was full 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,
Sirens sounded, he astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And this is the way I end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops shot the kid, I hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
Just case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!