Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

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

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna calm cause
I'm to rip this Psalm
When the mic is gripped my do split up like
from Vietnam

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

You can tell I'm a 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

itself and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and
is a buck and a buck is a cyop
That's the real true and a natural fact

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

And the structure in me verse
So all don't cross this border
by now you should know sort of
Lyrically but now I despise

All youth that's out of
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, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my you'll bite and learn
Soon you'll my lyrical substance just like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will extend and all the youth them

That me big under roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because I grip the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's 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
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and make it

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

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

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

We untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's 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 sitdong pion de vibes
A de don
True me full up a style and me wicked and
With peer pattern watch how me chat it in a

And it in a noun
Uno better 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
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, phenomenon
follow me
POC the rough-neck 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 preach and teach and 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 them do sound

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

When you at the parties rapping and scratching I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, you'll me live and direct
Yes and who hear me yet when you hear my voice it's perfect
So just pack up because lyrics are weak when you speak

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

So take to this lesson I bring or the lesson I brought
was taught to one and another
All slack MC's better the alarm
In words, run for cover