Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you read us a 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 pajamas and lived slow,
When laws were stern and stood,
And people were behavin' like ought to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By anotha 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 and he gave him a slap,
But little did he the lil' boy was strapped,
The kid pulled out a gun, he "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 cold dashed and ran the block,
Cop radio's it to another cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot back but he 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 runnin' top speed till he was breath,
an old man down and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he made his to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope fiend 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 went outside but there was all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed into a near university,
Escaped 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 head and he said the gun was o' lead,
He told the cops "Back off or here's dead",
Deep in his heart he he was wrong,
So he let the go and he starts to run on,
sounded, he seemed 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,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
another case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' gets cast.
Goodnight!