Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you read us a bedtime
Please, huh,
Allright,
you get to bed,
get the storybook.
Ya'll in?

we go,
Once upon a not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and life slow,
When laws were 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,
old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came 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 "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "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 cold dashed and ran the block,
Cop radio's it to lady cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he back but he missed her,
Looked around good and expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made 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 move to an 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 "I need bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
into a tree near university,
Escaped alive 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 head and he the gun was full o' lead,
He the cops "Back off or honey here's dead",
in his heart he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he to run on,
Sirens sounded, he astounded,
long the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The shot the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!