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 upon a 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 a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and tha dash",
They did the job, money came ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's he had a disease,
He robbed another and another and a and her brotha,
to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover,
The cop grabbed his arm, he started 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 straight for the kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure,
"I'll do if I pull this trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop it to another lady cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked around good and expectations,
So he decided head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he made his to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend dope,
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, up, run!"
The fiend brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
into a tree near 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 head and he said the gun was o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or here's dead",
Deep in his he knew 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 the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I end this story,
He was seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so ya dare laugh,
another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!