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 time not ago,
when people wore pajamas and life slow,
When laws were stern and stood,
And people were behavin' they ought to good,
lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna sum cash,
old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money came ease,
But one stop, it's like 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 his arm, he started acting erratic,
he "Keep still, boy, no need 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 this trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran 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,
around good and from 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,
Knocked an old man down and 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 shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, up, run!"
The dope fiend back a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but was cops all over,
Then he dipped a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed into a near university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
Grabbed a lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was o' lead,
He told the "Back off or honey here's dead",
Deep in his heart he he was wrong,
So he let the go and he starts 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 end this story,
He was seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I hear him scream,
This ain't funny so ya dare laugh,
Just another case the wrong path,
Straight 'n or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!