Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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

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

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet
Lyrics I lick my tongue
And rhymes I nymn with my
This lyrical prophet you can't stop this the West Indies

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

Converts itself and wisdom
in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real thing and a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't hold me
From the red, the white, and also the
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 cross this border
by now you should know sort of
Lyrically but now I despise

All youth out of order
Don't try to any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not done with the boxin'
The and the lickin'

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

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

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

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

Please bite yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay just the
Give me any mic on in a rage I'll engage
And drop rhymes just the

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

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

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

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

And capsize it in a
Uno better give I and I
When this Trinidadian I
out

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

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, three
Come me
POC FU's the chicken and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about

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

But the alarm and don't stay calm
Because I won't
These lyrical that I compile
To preach and and educate me, a new jack brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties 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 it's
So just pack up your lyrics are weak when you speak

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

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