Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story

This a survival
ghetto story
This is my
Real story
Hey

I remember those days when hell was my
me and mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never bathe and my hair never comb
When gone a work me go street, go roam

I remember Danny dem tek me snow cone
An mek him bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when we visit dem wid pure big
An the boy pop out something weh full chromeI remember when

We run, get him knee blown
An mi best friend get, two inna him dome
I remember so the tun inna warzone
An' Mickey fly him out, cau she get a loan

But, Mickey go to and go tun Al Capone
Mek whole heap a and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the city and, that is well
Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi
Mi say

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah, rah, rah, rah

Wi get di dem, so dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live
Rah, rah, rah, rah

I bout '80, Jamaica explode
When a Trinity and Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before dem and even Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road

I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the
An have it sey the chiney man have a sword
But we did have a one pop wey make outta
So you know the day mama pot overload

I remember when we skip the clerks
An dump the box pan Tivoli outskirts
An a plane ticket and go chill over Turks
When me back a still inna the hole me a lurk

I remember days when informer dirks
Get one him face and me nuh get nuh perks
And the bigger dem are a couple of jerks
'Cause a dem a mek di money, when a wi mash di

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah, rah, rah, rah

Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of
And now the whole community a greatly
Rah, rah, rah, rah

Jamaica get screw, tru an glutton
Politics manipulate and press button
But we rich now ,so dem tell man notin
'Cuz a we a mek a nyaam fish an' mutton, ehh

Ova mek mi tell unnu some'in
Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy me cousin
An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he
Anytime mi fly him a get bout dozen 'cause

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah, rah, rah, rah

Wi get di dem, so dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them of lately
And now the whole a live greatly
Rah, rah, rah, rah