Luyện nghe bài hát Children's Story

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

[child #2] ? !

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

uncle mos?
[mos def]
[children] you read us a bedtime story please?
def] okay, okay. y'all tucked in?
yeessss...
[mos def] we go...

Once upon a not long ago
When people wore and lived life slow
laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like was good
There a little boy who was misled
By a little sha-tan and is what he said
"me and you kid we make some cash,
old beats and makin' the dash..."
They jacked the beats, money came wit'
But son, he couldn't stop, like he had a disease
He jacked and another, michael jackson, stevie wonder
Set some r & b the track for 'deep cover' (187!)
The kid got wild actin' erratic
He said "yo, that I got ta have it..."
liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he that his joints was wack
The shiny a & r "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 like these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' the clock
For pop radio, the beat to 'planet rock'
Was out in the street when he met this
Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix her sister
Hooked up the and in excitation
He he'd head for the radio station
But (but!) he was runnin' and he a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran mos def
I slowed the young man down and I "yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' to our wives and children? "
He ran upstairs up to the top
Opened up the door then guess he saw? (who? )
the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' beef between east and west coast
He said "this a bullet, you got ta give it run!"
The chicken said "thanks." and it #1
He went outside, was gettin' all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the rover
Raced up the block 83
cats with hennessey saw him at a r-e-d
He winked his eye like his status mattered
rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"you rockin' ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to brooklyn late is problematic..."
His eyes was bloody red, he 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 his 45 and decide to blaze on
Wit' shades on had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got
grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end story
He was out chasin' cream and the dream
Tryin' to pretend the justify the means
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more what your hands can grasp
night!

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

'em out...

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