Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE COMPUTERS YUH LIFE!
OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, WITH 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 ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.
In new age, Babylon culture, don't worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and ya straight forward to creation.

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

1999 unno deh ah fret and worry
Wonder if the did ah go stop in the air
Counting the time, New Years Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh think tings

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

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

Young Junior got a sad
Stayed awake late nights text glory
Long letters long lines night night
Anticipated meet ah blind Stacy.

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

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

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

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

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

And too much digital head ache, physical loss
Slowly yuh getting lazy and yuh dont the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And come to ah stop-p-p-ppp