Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was born poor like many men who have notin'
Came to America trying to make 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', after union
In a of projects in NYC

I remember those days when hell was my
When me and bed was a big piece a foam
An mi like 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 bredda dem up Jerome
I remember when we visit dem wid pure big
An the boy Danny pop out weh full chrome

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

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

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

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta 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 community a live 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 before Laing dem and even Bigga
When dem a Corporal nuh know the road code

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

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

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

get screw, tru greed an glutton
Politics manipulate and press 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 tell some'in
Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me
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 heap a extra 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 greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

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

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

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