Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

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

And hooked up wit Puerto 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 remember those days hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big piece a
An mi never like and my hair never comb
When mama gone a me go street go roam

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

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

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

(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, is well known
Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now
Mi squeeze 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 rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to them of lately
(This is my story)
And now the community 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 Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the 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 outta board
So you know the next day mama pot

How that be?
Shop, shops in the city call me the
thought of flee
Some hotter po po styll up wit me
But then I got up

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

Jamaica get screw, tru an glutton
Politics 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 unnu some'in
Tru mi dey a now a guy kill 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 dem, so dem haffi rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to them of lately
(This is my story)

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

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

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 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 and, that is well known
Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say