Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

Said is my story
ghetto story
Said thys is my
Real ghetto
Hey

See, I was born poor like many men who didn't have
Came to America trying to make outta sometin'
See we Africans we huntin'
Found my way up to da top like it nothing

And hooked up wit some Puerto up in Jersey
We use to be laa baw and pot see
Had a lot after sometin', after union
In a of projects in NYC

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

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

But no betta than to play around me
And knew I kept the AK displayed me
And I moved out to da to find more cheese
And I found out Cars make more dan

I remember we run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him
I so the avenue tun inna warzone
An, Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a

(What?)
But, go to foreign and go tun Al Capone
Mek whole a money and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the city and, that is well
Yesterday call me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di ting dem, dem luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a now
(This a story)
Wi have heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
(True story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

(Said my story)
Wi get di ting dem, so dem rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to them of lately
(This is my story)
And now the whole community a live
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

I remember bout '80, explode
When a Trinity and Hewitt dem a run road
a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford
When dem a Corporal nuh know the road code

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

How that be?
Shop, shops in the city call me the
Never thought of
Some hotter po po styll up wit me
But I got locked up

while I was boxed out
Broke us some out, then they let me out but
Two Years later my skrew got shot up
And got the whole block royal now wat
Rah

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

Ova dehso mek mi unnu some'in
Tru mi dey a now a guy kill me cousin
An mi sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt
Anytime mi fly down him a get dozen 'cause

Wi get di ting dem, dem luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the a dem a duck now
(This a story)
Wi have whole heap a clip cau we nuh bruk now
(True story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah

(Said my story)
Wi get di ting dem, so dem rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of
(This is my story)

And now the whole a live greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

I remember those days hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big a foam
An mi never like and my hair never comb
When mama a work me go street go roam

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

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

But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al
Mek whole a money and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the and, that is well known
Mickey call me pan mi phone
Mi say