Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, could you read us a bedtime

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

[Danja
Once upon a time, I went to an with Georgie Porgie
He hooked me up with Jill from the
I found my thrill, she on the pill
Now Jack's in my grill frontin, who he gonna
chill, take these beans and a-walk (uh-huh)
Plant em in New and they'll grow into a weedstalk
He asked me, "Was the ?"
I said, "Ask them mice, them rodents STAY nice"
my nigga, don't say a word
This, be the bomb if you ain't
If weed don't get you lit
then we can just forget, the whole damn
Now goin North like Ollie
Good Golly, Miss My Baby
Now it crazy, Jack got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, with Ba Ba, the Black
Now up North Ba got pull
He own a sess wit 'tree' bags full
But now he's on the weedstore
That's my word, I overheard, nigga talk
He said, "We'll be arrivin in New York
I'm gonna take them beans like the jacked the bowl
for a spoon - meet me on the ave about
Right on the corner, and bring Big Horner"
Well Horner got his OWN corner (yeah)
His own avenue, crew, and a new crack shoe
What could old lady do?
got her kids servin bids
all the servin rock 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 beans on the scene
that's bound to intervene with the team cream
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 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 a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the would grow a lot
He also knew the Golden Goose, with the
And word to his Mother Hubbard, he could
peel*} They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack bought a five, ??, and some
from Big Peter, the pie eater
And Sprat, the cat who didn't eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the
they met up with Big Horner
"I wanna see beans," said Jack
Out came the sack, out came the gat from Horner's
"Aiyyo this little got a drug market (right)
This little got a gun (right)
little niggy's got the most beef (right)
so you little niggies 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 then
"It's me old man, I you
Point range with a thirty-two
With a boom-bap straight to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo rollin home, hah hah!"
Black Sheep laughin in the
Tellin Bo Peep bout the dough he's gonna
The mansions, the yachts, the cars in the
The would feed, yes indeed, livin large
But all that thinkin thought of that Bo Peep
a deuce-deuce 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 scattin in Manhattan
round, Broadway Chinatown
Chambers, Park Road by the World
On the way to thinkin bout gettin paid
And how she'd have it with the beans in the ground
Too bad she didn't look around, she woulda
the Brooklyn Bridge was fallin down
fallin down, her simple ass {*SPLASH*}