Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, you read us a bedtime story?

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

[Danja
Once upon a time, I went to an orgy with Georgie
He hooked me up with Jill the 'Ville
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, rodents STAY nice"
my nigga, don't say a word
This, be the bomb if you ain't
If weed don't get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn
Now goin North like Ollie
Good Golly, Dolly My Baby
Now it gets crazy, Jack got a 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, nigga talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York
I'm gonna take them like the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave noon
Right on the corner, and Big Jack Horner"
Well Horner got his OWN corner (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a new crack shoe
could that old lady do?
They got her kids bids
all the rest servin rock on the block {*phone
"It's a on the horn Jack!"
"Hey my man Simple Simon, you wanna get high man?"
"Nah troop, but I got the
on some magical sess on the scene
that's bound to intervene the home team cream
Know I mean?"
"Yeah, gonna happen to my crack fiends
like the Butcher, the Baker, the Pipe Maker
the Piper, and Peter Piper would get hyper
Little Miss Muffett couldn't it
And how would the Goats Gruff get blowed? Oh no!
The got to go, the kid's got to get it
So Ba Ba, tell the Black Sheep I'm widdit"
Yeah, well Black told Jack you know a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the would grow a lot
He knew the Golden Goose, with the juice
And to his Mother Hubbard, he could introduce
peel*} They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and incense
from Big Peter, the pie eater
And Jack Sprat, the cat who didn't eat fat
At the end of the on the corner
they met up with Big Horner
"I wanna see them beans," said
Out came the sack, out came the gat from Horner's
"Aiyyo this niggy's got a drug market (right)
This little got a gun (right)
This little niggy's got the most (right)
so you little gettin done! {*automatic*}
run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the sack
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
blank range with a thirty-two
With a click-clack boom-bap to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo Peep home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep laughin in the
Tellin Bo Peep bout the dough he's gonna
The mansions, the yachts, the in the garage
The would feed, yes indeed, livin large
But all that thinkin thought of that Bo Peep
keep a deuce-deuce in the garter
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay alive? a dive
A or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo scattin in Manhattan
Drivin round, Broadway
Chambers, Park Road by the Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout paid
And how have it made with the beans in the ground
Too bad she didn't around, she woulda found
that the Brooklyn was fallin down
fallin down, her ass drowned {*SPLASH*}