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 a time not long ago,
when people pajamas and lived life slow,
When laws were and justice stood,
And were behavin' like they ought to good,
There a lil' 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, money came ease,
But one couldn't stop, like he had a disease,
He another 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 did he know 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 years if I this trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radio's it to another cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A for the head, he shot back but he missed her,
Looked good and from expectations,
So he decided he'd head for the stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and he killed him,
"Sorry"
he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
up the door there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the fiend shootin' dope,
Who don't know the meaning of nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope fiend brought a spanking shotgun,
He went outside but there was all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a Nova (?),
Raced up the doing 83,
Crashed a tree near university,
alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
a pregnant lady and out the automatic,
Pointed at her head and he the gun was full 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 the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops shot the kid, I hear him scream,
This ain't so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another case the wrong path,
Straight 'n or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!