Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

[child #1] ...and then jackie chan started kickin em
pow! pow! pow!

[child #2] ? !

[mos alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that
time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear
You know what time it is, you know what it is

[children] mos?
[mos yeeesss?
[children] would you read us a story please?
[mos def] okay, okay. tucked in?
yeessss...
[mos heeeere we go...

upon a time not long ago
When wore adidas and lived life slow
When laws were and justice stood
And was behavin' like hip-hop was good
lived a little boy who was misled
By a sha-tan and this is what he said
"me and you kid we make some cash,
old beats and makin' the dash..."
They jacked the beats, money wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a
He another and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder
Set r & b over the track for 'deep cover' (187!)
The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said "yo, that presidential I got ta it..."
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the
But little did he know that his was wack
The a & r said "great new hit g!"
"whenever you a loop, yo come get me..."
The kid got amped and he to figure
"i'm-a get dough all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'planet
Was out in the street he met this sister
Who sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in
He decided he'd head for the radio
But (but!) he was runnin' and he made a
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran mos def
I slowed the young man and I started: "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our and children? "
He ran up to the top floor
Opened up the then guess what he saw? (who? )
Jane the chickenhead host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west
He said "this one's a bullet, you got ta it run!"
The chicken "thanks." and spanked it #1
He went outside, was gettin' all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point
Raced up the doin' 83
cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his star mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his splatter
"you rockin' crazy ice and all you do is static
And rollin' down to brooklyn late is problematic..."
His was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They the kid "back down, that playa shit is dead."
Deep in his heart, he he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to on
Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the man got surrounded
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare
just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your can grasp
night!

(kids talking)
Knock 'em out the box mos, 'em out mos
'em out the box mos, knock 'em out mos (3x)

'em out...

A-nother...mos def...black movement...
Presentation... cruuumbs!