Luyện nghe bài hát Micro Chip

GREETINGS EARTHLINGS! D-D-D-DONT L-L-L-LET THE DESTROY YUH LIFE!
CAREFUL OF THE GAMES YUH PLAY, WITH THE TECHNOLOGY.
OH, OH,.OH LET ME YUH

In this new age, Babylon culture, don't technology and bow to confuters.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, worship technology and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation.

And now we depending on the ma-chin-ery,
Man make the machine and get inna it.
depending on the tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and cyaan come it.

Inna 1999 unno deh ah fret and
Wonder if the clock did ah go in the air
Counting down the time, New Eve,
2000 come and gone and now yuh think tings

MINDDD! You'll a virus on the internet!
And be careful of the that you collect.
I see the world gone computer literate.
And to the birds and the them is illiterate.

You've got to everything on the internet.
But experience, teach at wisdom comes round yuh desk.
Cuz the micro chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya forward to creation.

Young Junior got a sad
Stayed awake nights inna text glory
Long letters lines night after night
Anticipated meet ah date Stacy.

Full of and butterflies in belly;
He wanted to make a impression and real memory.
So the morning of the date, boy nuh rise early
Got to get ah prepared, looking ready.

But when he Stacy, him almost go crazy
Couldn't believe what his did ah take plac-e
OH ALL THE EMAILS! She was a he-male.
And juss a disguise online, what a ole chile.

New age, Babylon culture, don't worship and bow to confuters.
Cuz the chip is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward ah creation.
In this new age, Babylon culture, dont worship and bow to computers.
Cuz the micro is gone chip and fail ya, and bring ya straight forward to creation

depending on the ma-chin-ery,
Man the machine and get trap inna it.
depending on dem tech-no-logy,
Caught in the web and cyaan outta it.

Now let manual days be a thing of the
Yuh clock in and yuh out, clock wise and clock cross.
mah bredren way at farm, Ask him wha happen to di grass?
Him sey Yuh nah see everyting digital boss?!?!

And too much digital ache, critical physical loss
Slowly yuh lazy and yuh dont know the half.
What ah day yuh dead, that bases dem crash
And come to ah stop-p-p-ppp