Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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

the alarm, I don't wanna stay calm cause
I'm about to rip Psalm
When the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up
Bombs from

'Cause I'm sweet, neat, I don't or skinteet
Lyrics I with my tongue
And I nymn with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you stop this from the West Indies

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

Converts itself and becomes
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of pan and Calypso
Cyop is a and a buck is a cyop
the real true thing and a natural fact

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

And the lyrical structure in me
So all MC's don't this border
'Cause by now you should know of
Lyrically but now I despise

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

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

You two-facety, you can't me
And my rhymes you'll and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance just a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and show all the youth

That me big 'boutcha under roots and
And the bad in the pen
when I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All they do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical styles of
And if I do unleash a masterpiece
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it

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

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

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

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

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

And capsize it in a
Uno give I and I respect
this Trinidadian I come
out

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

Phenomenon one, two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the 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 the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
I and teach and educate all ghetto youth about unity

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get something
All MC's out with good styles
And all of them do sound

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

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

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

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