Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Story Chapter 3

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

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

And hooked up wit Puerto Ricans up in Jersey
We use to be laa baw and pot see
Had a lot after sometin', union city
In a couple of in NYC

I remember those when hell was my home
me and mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi like bathe and my hair 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 we visit dem wid pure big stone
An the boy Danny pop out something weh chrome

But dats no than to play around me
And knew I kept the AK around me
And I out to da eight to find more 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 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

Wi get di ting dem, dem outta now
Mi seven 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 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 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 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, shops in the call me the relieve
Never of flee
Some hotter po po styll up wit me
But I got locked up

while 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 royal like now wat
Rah

Jamaica get screw, tru an glutton
Politics manipulate and 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 foreign now a guy 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 seven 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 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 days when was my home
When me and mama bed was a big piece a
An mi never like bathe and my never comb
When gone a work me go street go roam

I remember when Danny dem tek me cone
An mek him bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when we dem wid pure big stone
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 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 a money and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the city and, that is well
Yesterday Mickey me pan mi phone
Mi say