Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay cause
I'm to rip this Psalm
When the mic is my lyrics do split up like
Bombs from

I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
Lyrics I with my tongue
And rhymes I with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the West

You can tell I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and up
In these and scrolls that I unfold
The knowledge I use does me bold
The in my system

itself and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and
Cyop is a buck and a is a cyop
the real true thing and a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't hold me
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, which is my land, my place of
You can tell by the tongue swung

And the lyrical structure in me
So all MC's don't cross border
'Cause by now you should sort of
Lyrically wise but now I

All that's out of order
Don't try to test any of the
'Cause I'm not done with the lyrical
The beatin' and the

the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my rhymes you'll bite and
Soon acknowledge my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you extend and show all the youth them

That me big 'boutcha roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because when I the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's they do stop yes and

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical of such
And if I do unleash a lyrical
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll and make it brief

don't bite yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it stay just the same
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll
And drop rhymes just the

Quote for quote, note for note, did you
So it up and pull it up operator
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic raps and like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not I want to be
See the have to be
The true free
Free to preach FU-Schnick

We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable for unity
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not faking Jamaican, so all MC's you run
Mr. Chip FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de sitdong pion de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me and wild
With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a

And it in a noun
Uno better I and I respect
When Trinidadian I come
out

Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three
follow me
POC FU's the rough-neck and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

Down the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And when the M the I the C is in my H the
I preach and teach and educate all youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get straight
All MC's come out good styles
And all of them do sound

But ring the and don't stay calm
Because I procrastinate
These lyrical styles I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the rapping and scratching I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my voice perfect
So just pack up because lyrics are weak when you speak

Don't step so just up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic because I'll up
MC's limbs limb, slim me trim
You see me, I follow no style and I don't follow no pattern

So take head to this lesson I or the lesson I brought
Which was taught to one and
All MC's better ring the alarm
In other words, run for