Luyện nghe bài hát Sound the Alarm

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

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

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

Rep for my bredren that's without
Pull out the weapon in they start flexin'
T.Touch he so stop guessin'
I weed up now wheel it up in a

selecta yeah I'm a get'cha
I'm nice under pressure a quick lecture
Sean Paul nothin' but love as I met ya
So let's do this and 'em who the rudest

You be kiddin' me, gettin' rid of me
Guns'll blast like them in Tivoli
Or Rema and Jungle where all the be
Even in Italy they consider me

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

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

Well, I don't need a 'cause there won't be a case
what you see now your life is get replaced
I'm di dappa Dutty dung di biz
I'm about to 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 ready fi
Yo tell mi if you of mi never dem call mi

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tony waan fi get dem place bled up
and family dem start get shred up
Just dem nah hear di words weh mi said up
Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem mi

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

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