Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Pledge

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

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

I cannot where I come from
No 'mount of money can't man, still blaze di skunk
But some leave di get rich and turn 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

been through struggles and wars
I mon survive it with justa few
Nuff man dead some gone behind
So right now real ghetto yutes fear police cars

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

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

Some man mek it and a live life
And don't recall di when we walk wid knife
A argument bring strife
Some man a dem baby, modda fi dem Uptown wife

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

I forget where I come from
No 'mount of money can't change man, blaze di skunk
But some leave di ghetto get rich and turn
But I won't forget my roots 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 and growin' up
If we cook than fall is up
Paul left town since Dennis up
Now him have Benz and nah him friend

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

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