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 time not ago,
when people pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were and justice stood,
And people behavin' like they ought to good,
There a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha boy and this is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and tha dash",
They did the job, came with ease,
But one couldn't stop, 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 started erratic,
he said "Keep still, boy, no for static",
him in his belly and he gave 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 pull 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 he'd head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was coming and he a left,
He was top speed 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,
up the door there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend dope,
Who don't the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was all over,
Then he into a car, a stolen 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,
Grabbed a lady 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",
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 this is the way I end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
Just another 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!