Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story - Slick Rick

Ricky,
will you us a bedtime 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 were stern and justice stood,
And people were like they ought to good,
There a lil' boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and is what he said:
"Me, Ya, Ty, we make sum cash,
robbin' old folks and 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",
him in his belly and he gave him a slap,
But little did he the lil' 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 years if I this trigga",
So he dashed and ran around the block,
Cop radio's it to lady cop,
He ran by a tree, he saw this sista,
A shot for the head, he shot but he missed her,
Looked around and from expectations,
So he he'd 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 and swore he killed him,
"Sorry"
Then he his move to an abandoned 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 the meaning of water 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 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,
Grabbed a lady 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 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 seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
ain't funny so don't ya dare laugh,
Just another 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' soul cast.
Goodnight!