Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you us a bedtime 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 me up with Jill from the 'Ville
I found my thrill, she on the pill
Now Jack's in my frontin, who he gonna kill?
Nigga chill, take these beans and (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 if you ain't heard
If this don't get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn
Now Jack's goin North like
Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby
Now it crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Sheep
Now up North Ba Ba's got
He own a sess crop wit bags full
But now he's on the weedstore
That's my word, I overheard, that nigga
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New soon
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 got his OWN corner (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a brand new shoe
What could 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, what you get high man?"
"Nah troop, but I got the
on some magical beans on the scene
that's bound to intervene with the team cream
Know I mean?"
"Yeah, what's happen to my crack fiends
the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Pipe Maker
the Pied Piper, and Piper would get hyper
Miss Muffett couldn't puff it
And how would the Goats Gruff get blowed? 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 Sheep told Jack you know a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the would grow a lot
He also knew the Goose, with the juice
And word to his Hubbard, he could introduce
{*tires peel*} They pulled in the alley by the (uh-huh)
Jack a five, ??, and some incense
from Big Peter, the bean pie
And Jack Sprat, the cat who eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the
they met up with Big Jack
"I wanna see beans," said Jack
Out came the sack, out came the gat Horner's back
"Aiyyo little niggy's got a drug market (right)
little niggy's got a gun (right)
This little niggy's got the most (right)
so you niggies 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 Sheep admits
"It's me old man, I you
blank range with a thirty-two
With a click-clack 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 of that Bo Peep
keep a in the garter strap
"Now I'm the quarterback, stay alive? Take a dive
A or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep's scattin in
Drivin round, Broadway
Chambers, Park Road by the Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin gettin paid
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 simple ass {*SPLASH*}