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 a time not long ago,
when people pajamas and lived life slow,
When were stern 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 what he
"Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna sum cash,
old folks and makin' 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 his arm, he started 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 years if I pull trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran the block,
Cop radio's it to another cop,
He ran by a tree, there he saw sista,
A shot for the head, he shot 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 top speed till he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he him,
"Sorry"
he made his move to an abandoned building,
Ran up the up to the top floor,
Opened up the door there, who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the dope shootin' dope,
Who don't the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope brought 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,
Escaped alive the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the scattered,
Ran out of bullets and had static,
Grabbed a pregnant and out the automatic,
Pointed at her and he said 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 lady go and he to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before the lil' boy got surrounded,
He dropped the gun, so the glory,
And this is the way I must end story,
He was seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still 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!