Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound 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 this
When the mic is my lyrics do split up like
Bombs Vietnam

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

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

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

This lyrical man you hold me back
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, is my land, my place of birth
You can tell by the tongue that's

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

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

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

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

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, a piece I'll unleash and make it brief

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

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

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

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

And capsize it in a
Uno better give I and I
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, two, phenomenon three
follow me
POC FU's the rough-neck 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 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 straight
All MC's come out with styles
And all of them do sound

But ring the alarm and don't calm
Because I won't
These styles that I compile
To preach and teach and 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 hear me and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you my voice it's perfect
So just pack up because your lyrics are when you speak

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

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