Luyện nghe bài hát Sound the Alarm

Yo, you remember Tony Capicu?
And carribean 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
Y'all not ready for Tony
Ladies, esa

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

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

Rudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a
I'm nice under pressure write a quick
Sean Paul but love soon as I met ya
So do this and show 'em who the rudest

You must be kiddin' me, rid of me
Guns'll blast them boys in Tivoli
Or Rema and Jungle all the killers be
Even in Italy still consider me

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

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

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

Punk yah nuh nuttin', yo, I know you really your clever
But you can di style dem never
Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi
Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem mi

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

Yo, it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans up
Jamaica put your hands up
San Puerto 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 me teach 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 see through dat a mi high grade friend up
Man a store we all a smoke to di end up
Wid mi pal mi pen up it a inspire mi head up

But bwoy waan disturb man med up
Just through di 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
through 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 out, Esa Loca
The Dutty Loca, the Tony
Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a herbalist
Oonu listen out, Esa

Yeah, easy R.O.B.B. straight out of
Yuh dun know Tony
A Dutty Yeah, Esa