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 poor many men who didn't have notin'
Came to America trying to make outta sometin'
See we Africans we huntin'
Found my way up to da top like it wasn't

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

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

I remember when Danny dem tek me snow
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up
I remember when we visit dem wid 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 out Cars 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 warzone
An, madda 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 the city and, that is well known
Yesterday call me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the 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 rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to wicked of lately
(This is my story)
And now the whole community a greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

I remember '80, Jamaica explode
a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road
That a long Laing dem and even Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a Corporal nuh 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 board
So you know the day mama pot overload

How could 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

Then I was boxed out
Broke us some locked out, then 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 greed an
Politics manipulate and yutes button
But we now ,so dem caan tell man notin
Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam 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
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout '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 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 wicked of
(This is my story)

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

I remember 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
mama gone a work me go street go roam

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

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

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