Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a bedtime

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 upon a time, I to an orgy with Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up with Jill the 'Ville
I found my thrill, she wasn't on the
Now Jack's in my grill frontin, who he gonna
Nigga chill, take these beans and (uh-huh)
Plant em in New York and they'll grow into a
He me, "Was the chronic ?"
I said, "Ask them three mice, them rodents nice"
my nigga, don't say a word
This, be the bomb if you heard
If this weed get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn
Now Jack's goin North Ollie
Good Golly, Miss Dolly My
Now it gets crazy, Jack got a ride Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, Ba Ba, the Black Sheep
Now up North Ba Ba's got
He own a sess wit 'tree' bags full
But now he's on the weedstore
That's my word, I overheard, that talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New soon
I'm gonna take them beans like the dish jacked the
for a spoon - meet me on the ave noon
Right on the corner, and bring Big Horner"
Jack Horner got his OWN corner (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a brand new crack
What could that old do?
got her kids servin bids
all the rest servin on the block {*phone rings*}
"It's a on the horn Jack!"
"Hey my man Simple Simon, what you wanna get man?"
"Nah troop, but I got the
on some magical sess on the scene
that's bound to intervene with the home team
what I mean?"
"Yeah, what's gonna to my crack fiends
like the Butcher, the Baker, the Crack Maker
the Pied Piper, and Peter would get hyper
Little Miss couldn't puff it
And how would the Billy Goats 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 Sheep told Jack you a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the would grow a lot
He also knew the Golden Goose, the juice
And to his Mother Hubbard, he could 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 Jack Sprat, the cat who eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the
met up with Big Jack Horner
"I wanna see them beans," Jack
Out came the sack, out came the gat Horner's back
"Aiyyo this niggy's got a drug market (right)
This niggy's got a gun (right)
This little niggy's got the most (right)
so you little niggies 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 admits
"It's me old man, I you
Point blank range with a
With a click-clack boom-bap straight to the
Black Sheep, Bo Peep home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep in the Jeep
Bo Peep bout the dough he's gonna reap
The mansions, the yachts, the in the garage
The weed feed, yes indeed, livin large
But all that thinkin never thought of Bo Peep
keep a deuce-deuce in the garter
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay alive? Take a
A or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo scattin in Manhattan
Drivin round, Broadway
Chambers, Road by the World Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout gettin
And how she'd have it made with the beans in the
Too bad she look around, she woulda found
that the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin
fallin down, her ass drowned {*SPLASH*}