Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was born poor like men who didn't have notin'
to America trying to make sometin' outta sometin'
See we Africans we love
Found my way up to da top like it wasn't

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

I remember those days hell was my home
me and mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi like 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 dem wid pure big stone
An the boy Danny pop out something weh full

But dats no betta than to around me
And knew I kept the AK displayed 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 Richie get, two inna him dome
I remember so the avenue tun inna
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 and, that is well known
Mickey call me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi seven 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 community a live
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

I remember when we rob the chiney shop 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 day mama pot overload

How could be?
Shop, shops in the city me the relieve
Never thought of
Some hotter po po caught up wit me
But I got locked up

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

Jamaica get screw, tru an glutton
Politics manipulate and press yutes
But we rich now ,so dem caan 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
mi fly down him a get bout dozen 'cause

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck 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 live
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

I remember those 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 gone a work me go street go

I remember when Danny dem tek me snow
An mek him likkle dem kick up Jerome
I when we visit 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 remember so the tun inna warzone
An' Mickey fly him out, cau she get a loan

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