Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

Said is my story
True story
Said is my story
ghetto story
Hey

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

And hooked up wit some Ricans 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 hell was my home
When me and bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair never
mama gone a work me go street go roam

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

But dats no betta than to around me
And I kept the AK displayed around me
And I moved out to da eight to find cheese
And I found out Cars more dan weed

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

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

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

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

I remember bout '80, Jamaica
When a Trinity and Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before dem and even Bigga Ford
Adams 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 have a one pop wey make outta
So you know the next day mama pot

How could be?
Shop, shops in the call me the relieve
Never of flee
hotter po po styll caught up wit me
But then I got up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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