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 wore pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws stern and justice stood,
And people were 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 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 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 started erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no for static",
Punched him in his and he gave him a slap,
But little did he the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "Why did ya hit me?",
The was set straight for the cop's 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 radio's it to 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 coming and he a left,
He was runnin' top till he was outta breath,
an old man down and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he made his move to an building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap,
He "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a shotgun,
He outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
Crashed a tree near university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of and still had static,
a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her and he said the gun was full o' lead,
He the cops "Back off or honey here's 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 the lil' 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 shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case 'bout the path,
Straight 'n or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!