Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

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

And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in
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 when was my home
When me and bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair comb
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 we visit dem wid pure big stone
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 to find more cheese
And I found out Cars make more dan

I remember we run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi friend Richie get, two inna 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 the city and, that is well known
Yesterday 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 rate 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 '80, Jamaica explode
When a Trinity and Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before Laing dem and Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the 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 that be?
Shop, in the city call me the relieve
Never of flee
hotter po po styll 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 Years later my brother skrew got up
And got the whole block like now wat
Rah

Jamaica get screw, tru greed an
Politics manipulate and press yutes
But we rich now ,so dem caan man notin
Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam 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 'cause

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now
Mi squeeze and the whole a dem a duck now
(This a story)
Wi have whole 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 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 mama bed was a big piece a
An mi never like bathe and my hair comb
When mama a work me go street go roam

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

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

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 call me pan mi phone
Mi say