Luyện nghe bài hát Sound the Alarm

Yo, you remember from Capicu?
And chicks be like papi chu
All you haters out there can't me dude
I got out there dem shotta you

not ready for R R O
Y'all not ready for Paul
not ready for Tony Toca
Ladies, esa

Ay yo good lookin', D.R. to Brooklyn
Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the
Toca aka Mr.
Do I do like I'm doin it for me though

Rep for my bredren that's question
Pull out the weapon in case they start
T.Touch he so stop guessin'
I weed up now wheel it up in a

Rudebwoy selecta I'm a get'cha
I'm nice under write a quick lecture
Sean Paul nothin' but soon as I met ya
So let's do and show 'em who the rudest

You must be me, gettin' rid of me
Guns'll like them boys in Tivoli
Or Rema and where all the killers be
in Italy they still consider me

One of the dopest that's cause I
The is all hopeless nothin' but asses
I'm so yet I'm so blasted
(Dutty, yeah)
And I'm out son, big up all the

Tell dem all for seh nuh guy caan try race case
Gwaan di progress and a gwaan embrace this
A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi
Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon

Well, I don't need a lawyer 'cause there won't be a
Forget what you see now your is get replaced
I'm di Dutty dung inna di biz
I'm to show you what respect really is

Punk yah nuh nuttin', yo, I know you really think your
But you can stop di dem never
Real push button, start it if yuh fi whatever
Yo tell mi if you of mi never dem call mi

The Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa
The Dutty Loca, the Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a
Oonu out, Esa Loca

Yo, it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans up
Kingston put your hands up
San Juan Rico I got my man Touch
My nigga Paul big up big up

that R dot O, B dot B
In Jamaica we smoke kiki,
Ladies, we got freaky,
I dropped out of school teach me me

You touch my man guns'll blow
And after the party the to the moe
My Sean Paul still got the flow
You remember just gimme the and pass the dro

R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we up
Weh all who know see dat a mi high grade friend up
Man a store quality we all a to di end up
Wid mi pal mi pen up it a inspire mi head up

But bwoy waan disturb man med up
Just di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up
When dem mi fi try get mi fed up
R.O.B.B. fi rise up di led up

Toca waan fi get dem place bled up
Friends and family dem get shred up
Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi up
dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi

The Loca, the Tony Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a
Oonu out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Toca
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa

Yeah, R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey
Yuh dun know Tony
A Yeah, Esa Loca