Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you us a bedtime story?

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

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