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 wore pajamas and lived slow,
When laws stern and justice stood,
And people behavin' like they ought to good,
There lived a boy who was misled,
By anotha lil' boy and this is he said:
"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, 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 started erratic,
he "Keep still, boy, no need for static",
Punched him in his and he gave him a slap,
But little did he know the boy was strapped,
The kid out a gun, he said "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 pull trigga",
So he cold dashed and ran 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 back but he her,
Looked around and from expectations,
So he decided head for the subway stations,
But,
(What)
She was and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was 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)
the dope fiend shootin' dope,
Who know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I need bullets, up, run!"
The dope fiend brought back a shotgun,
He went but there was cops all over,
Then he into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
Raced up the block 83,
Crashed a tree near university,
alive 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 lady go and he to run on,
Sirens sounded, he 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 case 'bout the wrong path,
'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast.
Goodnight!