Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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

Ring the alarm, I wanna stay calm cause
I'm about to rip this
When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up
Bombs Vietnam

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

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

Converts and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso
is a buck and a buck is a cyop
That's the true thing and a natural fact

lyrical man you can't hold me back
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, which is my land, my of birth
You can by the tongue that's swung

And the structure in me verse
So all MC's cross this border
'Cause by now you know sort of
Lyrically but now I despise

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

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

You two-facety, you face me
And my rhymes you'll and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you 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 they 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 a lyrical masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and it brief

Please don't yes or thief
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay the same
Give me any mic on stage in a rage I'll
And rhymes just the same

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

But a not what I want to be
See the FU-Schnickens to be
The prophets free
to preach FU-Schnick prophecies

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

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

And it in a noun
Uno better give I and I
When this I come
out

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

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
follow 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 when the M the I the C is in my H the
I and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get straight
All come out with good styles
And all of do sound great

But ring the alarm and stay calm
I won't procrastinate
These lyrical styles I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the parties rapping and I did a chat
On tape, on and cassette, you'll hear me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my it's perfect
So just pack up because your lyrics are weak you speak

Don't step so back up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic because break up
MC's limbs limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no

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