Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

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

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

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

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

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

got access to everything on the internet.
But experience, at wisdom 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 awake late inna text glory
Long letters long lines after night
Anticipated ah blind date Stacy.

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

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

New age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward ah creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro 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.
depending on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and cyaan outta it.

Now let days be a thing of the past
Yuh in and yuh clock out, clock wise 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 digital head ache, critical physical loss
Slowly yuh lazy and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And everyting come to ah