Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was born poor like many men who have notin'
Came to trying to make sometin' outta sometin'
See we Africans we love
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 city
In a couple of in NYC

I remember those days hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big a foam
An mi never bathe 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 big stone
An the boy Danny pop out something weh full

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

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

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

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 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 of lately
(This is my story)
And now the whole a live greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

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

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

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

Jamaica get screw, tru an glutton
Politics and press yutes button
But we now ,so dem caan 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 foreign now a guy me cousin
An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen

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 wicked of lately
(This is my story)

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

I remember days when hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big piece a
An mi never bathe and my hair never comb
mama gone a work 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 visit dem wid pure big
An the boy Danny pop out something weh chrome

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

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 known
Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi
Mi say