Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

See, I was born poor many men who didn't have notin'
Came to America to make sometin' outta sometin'
See we Africans we love
Found my way up to da top like it wasn't

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 when hell was my home
When me and mama bed was a big a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair never
mama gone a work me go street go roam

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

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

I when we run, Fatta 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

(What?)
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, is well known
Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta 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 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 community a greatly
(Real story)
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Hey

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

I when we rob the chiney shop down the road
An rumour 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, shops in the city me the relieve
thought of flee
Some po po styll caught up wit me
But I got locked up

Then while I was out
Broke us locked out, then they 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 an glutton
manipulate and press yutes button
But we rich now ,so dem caan man notin
Cuz a we a mek a nyaam fish an' mutton, ehh

Ova dehso mek mi tell some'in
Tru mi dey a now a guy kill me cousin
An mi sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt
Anytime mi fly him a get bout dozen 'cause

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now
Mi seven and the whole 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 wicked of
(This is my story)

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

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

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

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

But, Mickey go to and go tun Al Capone
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