Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

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

And hooked up wit some 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 mama bed was a big a foam
An mi never like bathe and my never comb
When mama gone a work me go 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 something weh chrome

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

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

(What?)
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, is well known
Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi
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 dem, so dem haffi rate wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to wicked of lately
(This is my story)
And now the community a live greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

I bout '80, Jamaica explode
When a and Tony Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before Laing dem and even Ford
When Adams dem a Corporal nuh the road code

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

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 while I was out
Broke us some locked out, then 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 an glutton
Politics manipulate and yutes button
But we rich now ,so dem caan tell man
Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam an' mutton, ehh

Ova dehso mek mi tell some'in
Tru mi dey a now a guy kill 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 dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a now
(This a story)
Wi have whole heap a 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 a live greatly
(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 never
When mama gone a work me go 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 weh full chrome

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

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
Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say