Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was poor like many men who didn't have notin'
Came to America to make sometin' outta sometin'
See we Africans we love
my way up to da top like 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', union city
In a couple of in NYC

I those days when hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair comb
When mama 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 we visit dem wid pure big stone
An the boy Danny pop out weh full chrome

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

I remember when we run, get him knee blown
An mi friend Richie 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
Mickey call me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di ting dem, dem luck now
Mi seven and the whole a dem a duck 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 haffi 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 bout '80, Jamaica
a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before Laing dem and even Ford
When dem a Corporal nuh know the road code

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

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

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

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

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

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now
(This a story)
Wi have whole a extra clip 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 wicked of lately
(This is my story)

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

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

I remember Danny 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 Danny pop out something weh chrome

I when we run, Fatta 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

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