Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was born like 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 nothing

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
When me and mama bed was a big piece a
An mi never 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 bredda dem up Jerome
I when we visit dem wid pure 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 moved out to da eight to find cheese
And I found out Cars make more dan

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

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

Wi get di dem, dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now
(This a story)
Wi whole heap 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 greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

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

How could be?
Shop, shops in the city call me the
thought of flee
Some hotter po po caught up wit me
But then I got up

Then 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 block like now wat
Rah

Jamaica get screw, tru greed an
Politics and press yutes button
But we rich now ,so dem 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 me cousin
An mi sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now
Mi squeeze and the whole 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 haffi wi
(Akon Story)
Cau we a tek it to wicked of lately
(This is my story)

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

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

I when 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 something weh full

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' madda fly him out, cau she get a loan

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