Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Pledge

The road to success is not straight, there's a curve called
A loop called confusion, speed bumps called
And red called enemies, caution signs called family
And tires called jacks but if you have a spare called determination

And an engine called perseverance, with called faith
And the drive to make it, reach a place called success
Can you hear me? Dat one yah a fi di ghetto dem
Yo, star a murder, man, a ghetto youth fi life, yo

I cannot forget I come from
No 'mount of can't change man, still blaze di skunk
But some leave di get rich and turn punk
But I won't forget my roots 'cause I worship money
That's not counts, kill or be killed
Somehow I have to buy mama pon di hill

I've been through and wars
I mon survive it with justa few
man dead some gone behind bars
So right now ghetto yutes don't fear police cars

Experience stage, knowledge
Eye bloody up di streets and college
But when di whole a we one sausage
Serve a now and then mi haffi back a package
Weh seh

I cannot forget I come from
No 'mount of money change man, still blaze di skunk
But some leave di ghetto get rich and punk
But I won't forget my roots 'cause I don't money
not what counts, kill or be killed
Somehow I have to buy mama pon di hill

man mek it and a live betta life
And don't recall di days when we walk wid
A simple argument bring
man a diss dem baby, modda fi dem Uptown wife

Dem a front but he a out
See dem inna di club and flash all about
And post like thug in fact dem a scout
Nuff a dem neva look back dem rich and out but

I cannot forget I come from
No 'mount of money change man, still blaze di skunk
But some leave di get rich and turn punk
But I forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money
not what counts, kill or be killed
Somehow I have to buy mama house pon di

Yo, when I was small and up
If we cook fall is showin' up
Paul town since Dennis blown up
Now him have Benz and nah memba him

But di odda day him get on di old block
Broad like round 12 o'clock
And pon di corna wid dem likkle fake act
And from dem tun millionaire and give nuttin back, but

I cannot forget I come from
No 'mount of money can't man, still blaze di skunk
But some leave di ghetto get and turn punk
But I forget my roots 'cause I don't worship money
That's not what counts, or be killed
Somehow I to buy mama house pon di hill