Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a story?

Hahahah,
Y'all shorties get bed
And get the story book, knahmsayin?
You all in?
(Yes, yes, yes we are)
we go

[Danja
Once a time, I went to an orgy with Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up with Jill from the
I my thrill, she wasn't on the pill
Now Jack's in my grill frontin, who he kill?
chill, take these beans and a-walk (uh-huh)
Plant em in New York and grow into a weedstalk
He me, "Was the chronic ?"
I said, "Ask them three mice, them STAY nice"
Hush my nigga, don't say a
This, be the bomb if you heard
If this weed get you lit
then we can forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
Now Jack's goin like Ollie
Good Golly, Miss Dolly My
Now it gets crazy, got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Sheep
Now up North Ba got pull
He own a sess wit 'tree' bags full
But now scheamin on the weedstore
That's my word, I overheard, that talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York
I'm gonna take beans like the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave about
Right on the corner, and Big Jack Horner"
Well Jack Horner got his OWN (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a brand new crack
could that old lady do?
They got her kids bids
all the rest rock on the block {*phone rings*}
"It's a call on the Jack!"
"Hey my man Simple Simon, what you wanna get man?"
"Nah troop, but I got the
on some magical sess beans on the
that's bound to intervene the home team cream
what I mean?"
"Yeah, gonna happen to my crack fiends
the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker
the Piper, and Peter Piper would get hyper
Little Miss Muffett couldn't it
And how would the Billy Goats Gruff get Oh no!
The kid's got to go, the got to get it
So call Ba Ba, tell the Sheep I'm widdit"
Yeah, well Black Sheep told Jack you a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the would grow a lot
He also the Golden Goose, with the juice
And word to his Mother Hubbard, he introduce
{*tires They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and some
from Big Peter, the pie eater
And Sprat, the cat who didn't eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the
they met up with Big Jack
"I wanna see them beans," Jack
Out came the sack, out came the gat from back
"Aiyyo this little niggy's got a drug (right)
This niggy's got a gun (right)
This niggy's got the most beef (right)
so you little gettin done! {*automatic*}
Let's run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the
split,"
"Nah we ain't splittin sh.. {*gun BLAOW!"
"Aowww, quit, I'm hit
the culprit?"
Black then admits
"It's me old man, I you
Point range with a thirty-two
a click-clack boom-bap straight to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo rollin home, hah hah!"
Black laughin in the Jeep
Tellin Bo Peep bout the dough he's reap
The mansions, the yachts, the in the garage
The weed would feed, yes indeed, large
But all that thinkin never thought of Bo Peep
a deuce-deuce in the garter strap
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay alive? a dive
A bullet or the ground, yo I'm fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep's scattin in
Drivin round, Chinatown
Chambers, Park Road by the World
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout gettin
And how she'd have it made with the beans in the
Too bad she didn't around, she woulda found
that the Brooklyn Bridge was down
fallin down, her simple ass {*SPLASH*}