Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a story?

Hahahah,
Y'all shorties get bed
And I'll get the story book,
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 in my grill frontin, who he gonna kill?
Nigga chill, take these beans and (uh-huh)
Plant em in New York and they'll 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 don't get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn
Now Jack's goin like Ollie
Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby
Now it crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black
Now up Ba Ba's got pull
He own a sess wit 'tree' bags full
But now he's scheamin on the
That's my word, I overheard, that talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York
I'm gonna take them beans the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave noon
Right on the corner, and Big Jack Horner"
Well Jack Horner got his OWN (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a new crack shoe
What could that old do?
They got her kids servin
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 with the home cream
Know I mean?"
"Yeah, what's gonna happen to my fiends
the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker
the Pied Piper, and Peter Piper would get
Miss Muffett couldn't puff it
And how would the Billy Gruff get blowed? 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 Black Sheep told Jack you know a
where the go a lot and the weed would grow a lot
He also knew the Goose, with the juice
And word to his Mother Hubbard, he could
{*tires peel*} They pulled in the by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and incense
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 with Big Horner
"I wanna see them beans," said
Out the sack, out came the gat from Horner's back
"Aiyyo this little niggy's got a drug (right)
This little got a gun (right)
little niggy's got the most beef (right)
so you niggies gettin done! {*automatic*}
run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the sack
split,"
"Nah we ain't splittin sh.. cocks*} BLAOW!"
"Aowww, quit, I'm hit
the culprit?"
Black Sheep admits
"It's me old man, I you
Point blank range a thirty-two
With a click-clack boom-bap straight to the
Black Sheep, Bo Peep home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep laughin in the
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 that Bo
keep a in the garter strap
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay Take a dive
A or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo scattin in Manhattan
Drivin round, Chinatown
Chambers, Park Road by the Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout gettin
And how she'd have it with the beans in the ground
Too bad she didn't look around, she found
that the Brooklyn was fallin down
down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}