Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS DESTROY YUH LIFE!
OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, WITH THE MODERN TECHNOLOGY.
OH, OH,.OH LET ME YUH

In new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

And now we slowly on the ma-chin-ery,
Man make the and get trap inna it.
Slowly on the tech-no-logy,
in the web and cyaan come outta it.

Inna unno deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the clock did ah go in the air
down the time, New Years Eve,
2000 come and and now yuh think tings sweet?

MINDDD! You'll a virus on the internet!
And be careful of the e-mails you collect.
I see the whole world computer literate.
And to the birds and the bees is illiterate.

You've got access to on the internet.
But experience, teach at comes from round yuh desk.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

Young Junior got a sad
Stayed late nights inna text glory
letters long lines night after night
Anticipated ah blind date Stacy.

Full of anxiety and in belly;
He wanted to make a impression and real memory.
So the morning of the date, that boy nuh early
Got to get ah prepared, fashion ready.

But when he meet Stacy, him go crazy
Couldn't believe his eyes did ah take plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And a disguise online, what a shame ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward ah creation.
In new age, Babylon culture, dont worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward to creation

depending on the ma-chin-ery,
Man the machine and get trap inna it.
Slowly on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and cyaan come it.

Now let manual days be a thing of the
Yuh clock in and yuh clock out, clock and clock cross.
mah bredren way at farm, Ask him wha happen to di grass?
Him sey Yuh nah see everyting gone boss?!?!

And too much digital head ache, critical physical
Slowly yuh getting and yuh dont know the half.
ah day when yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And everyting come to ah