Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT THE COMPUTERS DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, THE MODERN TECHNOLOGY.
OH, OH,.OH LET ME YUH

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

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

Inna 1999 unno deh ah fret and
Wonder if the did ah go stop in the air
Counting down the time, New Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh tings sweet?

MINDDD! catch a virus on the internet!
And be careful of the that 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, at wisdom comes from round yuh desk.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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