Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

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

And up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey
We use to be laa baw and pot see
Had a lot after sometin', after union
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 work me go street go

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 chrome

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

I when we run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi friend Richie get, two inna him dome
I remember so the avenue tun 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 and, that is well known
Yesterday 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 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 wicked of
(This is my story)
And now the whole a live greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

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

How could be?
Shop, shops in the city call me the
Never of flee
Some hotter po po styll up wit me
But then I got up

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

Jamaica get screw, tru greed an
Politics manipulate and press yutes
But we rich now ,so dem caan man notin
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 ting dem, dem luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a 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 rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of
(This is my story)

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

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

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

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

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 Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say