Luyện nghe bài hát Rudeboy Pledge

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

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

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

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

Experience stage, it's
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 forget where I come from
No 'mount of money change man, still blaze di skunk
But some di ghetto get rich and turn punk
But I won't forget my roots 'cause I worship money
That's not what counts, 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 days when we walk wid
A argument bring strife
Some man a dem baby, modda fi dem Uptown wife

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

I cannot forget where I come
No 'mount of money can't change man, still 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 mama pon di hill

Yo, when I was and growin' up
If we cook fall is showin' up
left 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 dem tun millionaire and neva give nuttin back, but

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