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 upon a not long ago,
when people wore pajamas and lived slow,
When laws were and justice stood,
And people behavin' 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 gonna sum cash,
old folks and makin' tha dash",
They did the job, money with ease,
But one couldn't stop, it's 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",
him in his belly 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 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 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 and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed he was outta breath,
Knocked an old man 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 there, guess who he saw?,
(Who)
Dave the fiend shootin' dope,
Who know the meaning of water nor soap,
He said "I bullets, hurry up, run!"
The dope brought back a spanking shotgun,
He went but there was cops all over,
Then he into a car, a stolen Nova (?),
up the block doing 83,
Crashed into a tree university,
Escaped though the car was battered,
and all the cops 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 he knew he was wrong,
So he let the lady go and he to run on,
sounded, he seemed astounded,
Before long the boy got surrounded,
He the gun, so went the glory,
And this is the way I end this story,
He was only seventeen, in a dream,
The cops the kid, I still hear him scream,
This ain't funny so don't ya laugh,
Just case 'bout the wrong path,
Straight 'n narrow or yo' gets cast.
Goodnight!