Luyện nghe bài hát Jack~n~da~Weedstalk

Uncle Danjaahhhh, you read 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 a time, I went to an orgy with 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 gonna
Nigga chill, take these and a-walk (uh-huh)
em in New York and they'll 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 bomb if you heard
If this don't get you lit
then we can just forget, the damn shhhhhh
Now goin North like Ollie
Golly, Miss Dolly My Baby
Now it gets crazy, got a ride with Bo Peep (uh-huh)
in her Jeep, Ba Ba, the Black Sheep
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, that talk
He said, "We'll be in New York soon
I'm take them 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 crack
What could old lady do?
They got her kids servin
all the rest 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 magical sess beans on the scene
that's bound to intervene with the home team
what I mean?"
"Yeah, what's gonna happen to my crack
like the Butcher, the Baker, the Pipe Maker
the Pied Piper, and Piper 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 call Ba Ba, the Black Sheep I'm widdit"
Yeah, well Black told Jack you know a spot
where the fiends go a lot and the weed would a lot
He knew the Golden Goose, with the juice
And word to his Mother Hubbard, he could
{*tires They pulled in the alley by the fence (uh-huh)
Jack a five, ??, and some incense
from Big Peter, the pie eater
And Jack Sprat, the cat who eat pork fat
At the end of the alley on the
they met up with Big Jack
"I see them beans," said Jack
Out the sack, out came the gat from Horner's back
"Aiyyo little niggy's got a drug market (right)
This niggy's got a gun (right)
This niggy's got the most beef (right)
so you little niggies done! {*automatic*}
run, B. Nimble, B. Quick, Ba Ba get the sack
split,"
"Nah we splittin sh.. {*gun cocks*} BLAOW!"
"Aowww, quit, I'm hit
the culprit?"
Black Sheep then
"It's me old man, I you
Point blank range a thirty-two
With a boom-bap straight to the dome
Black Sheep, Bo Peep home, hah hah!"
Black laughin in the Jeep
Tellin Bo Peep bout the he's gonna reap
The mansions, the yachts, the cars in the
The weed feed, yes indeed, livin large
But all that thinkin thought of that Bo Peep
keep a deuce-deuce in the garter
"Now I'm the quarterback, wanna stay Take a dive
A or the ground, yo I'm doin fifty-five"
{Aoooooooooh!} Now Bo Peep's in Manhattan
round, Broadway Chinatown
Chambers, Park Road by the World
On the way to Brooklyn thinkin bout paid
And how she'd have it with the beans in the ground
Too bad she didn't around, she woulda found
that the Brooklyn Bridge was down
down, her simple ass drowned {*SPLASH*}