Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna stay cause
I'm about to rip this
When the mic is my lyrics do split up like
Bombs Vietnam

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

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

Converts itself and becomes
in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and Calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real true and a natural fact

This lyrical man you can't me back
the red, the white, and also the black
Island, is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue swung

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

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

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

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

That me big under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because 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 of such
And if I do a lyrical masterpiece
never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it brief

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

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

But a wanna-be's not what I to be
See the have to be
The true prophets
Free to preach FU-Schnick

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 pion de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me and wild
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

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

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

one, phenomenon two, phenomenon three
Come me
POC FU's the chicken and I'm the wild Apache
See I'm the C the H the I the P

Down 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 preach and teach and educate all ghetto about unity

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

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

When you were at the parties and scratching 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 voice it's
So just pack up because your lyrics are weak when you

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

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