Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you us a bedtime story?

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

[Danja
Once upon a time, I went to an orgy Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up Jill from the 'Ville
I my thrill, she wasn't on the pill
Now Jack's in my grill frontin, who he kill?
Nigga chill, take these 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, them rodents 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 damn shhhhhh
Now Jack's goin North like
Golly, Miss 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 Ba's got
He own a sess crop wit 'tree' full
But now scheamin on the weedstore
my word, I overheard, that nigga talk
He said, "We'll be in New York soon
I'm gonna take them like the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - me on the ave about noon
on the corner, and bring Big Jack Horner"
Well Jack Horner got his OWN (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a new crack shoe
What could old lady do?
They got her kids servin
all the servin rock on the block {*phone rings*}
"It's a call on the Jack!"
"Hey my man Simple Simon, what you get high man?"
"Nah troop, but I got the
on magical sess beans on the scene
bound to intervene with the home 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 Peter Piper would get
Little Muffett couldn't puff it
And how the Billy 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, Black Sheep told Jack you know a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the weed grow a lot
He also the Golden Goose, with the juice
And word to his Hubbard, he could introduce
peel*} They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and some
from Big Peter, the bean pie
And Sprat, the cat who didn't eat pork fat
At the end of the on the corner
they met up Big Jack Horner
"I wanna see them beans," said
Out the sack, out came the gat from 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 beef (right)
so you little niggies gettin done!
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 then admits
"It's me old man, I you
Point range with a thirty-two
With a boom-bap straight to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo Peep home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep in the Jeep
Tellin Bo Peep the dough 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 deuce-deuce in the garter
"Now I'm the quarterback, stay alive? Take a dive
A bullet or the ground, yo I'm fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep's in Manhattan
Drivin round, Chinatown
Chambers, Park by the World 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 look around, she found
that the Brooklyn Bridge was down
fallin down, her simple ass drowned