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,
when people wore and lived life slow,
laws were stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's he had a disease,
He robbed and another 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 "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 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 dashed and ran around 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 around good and expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the 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,
Opened up the there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the of water nor soap,
He "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a shotgun,
He outside but there was cops all over,
he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed into a tree university,
Escaped though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
Grabbed a pregnant and out the automatic,
at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or honey 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 the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And is the way I must end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops shot the kid, I hear him scream,
ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!