Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a 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 to an orgy with Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up with Jill the 'Ville
I found my thrill, she 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 they'll grow a weedstalk
He asked me, "Was the ?"
I said, "Ask three mice, them rodents STAY nice"
Hush my nigga, say a word
This, be the bomb if you heard
If this don't get you lit
we can just forget, the whole damn shhhhhh
Now Jack's North like Ollie
Good Golly, Miss My Baby
Now it gets crazy, 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 wit 'tree' bags full
But now scheamin on the weedstore
That's my word, I overheard, that nigga
He said, "We'll be in New York soon
I'm gonna take them beans the dish jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave noon
on the corner, and bring Big Jack Horner"
Well Jack Horner got his OWN (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a brand new shoe
What could that old do?
got her kids servin bids
all the rest servin rock on the {*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 beans on the scene
bound to intervene with the home team cream
Know I mean?"
"Yeah, what's gonna happen to my fiends
like the Butcher, the Baker, the Pipe Maker
the Pied Piper, and Peter Piper would get
Little Muffett 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 call Ba Ba, the Black Sheep I'm widdit"
Yeah, well Black Sheep told Jack you know a
where the fiends go a lot and the weed grow a lot
He also the Golden Goose, with 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 bean pie
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 beans," said Jack
Out came the sack, out the gat from Horner's back
"Aiyyo this little got a drug market (right)
little niggy's got a gun (right)
This little niggy's got the most (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 blank with a thirty-two
With a click-clack boom-bap straight to the
Black Sheep, Bo rollin home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep in the Jeep
Tellin Bo Peep bout the 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 that Bo
keep a deuce-deuce in the garter
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna alive? Take a dive
A bullet or the ground, yo I'm fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo scattin in Manhattan
round, Broadway Chinatown
Chambers, Park by the World Trade
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin gettin paid
And how she'd have it made with the beans in the
Too bad she didn't look around, she found
that the Bridge was fallin down
fallin down, her simple ass {*SPLASH*}