Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year three thousand and thirty everybody to be an MC
In the three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody to be a producer
In the year thousand and thirty
Everybody want to tell ya the of the music
I must appeal to you with your faculties
everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get and take a crack at me
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be
Put in the Smithsonian my for holy hymns
But you see controlling them
Fuck myself off of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I slap you no five
When you and your cutty is shit about me outside
People take pride in what they no hand in
Sorta like a phantom handsome
But deep inside he wants to do his man done
Just because his peers and and clown
When your six foot deep no one you now
They say were not compatible like deers and and owls
So many rules and regulations say not allowed
I'm in the grip of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
If I had to the way I survive its like vice squeezin'
The I'm black and still breathin
Heathens breed heathens so
Everybody's I must check your ID
Cause you lookin sheisty you might be
Someone Del's against
Opposite or
When I the law against nature be faithful
Why I hate you we ain't that different
We may act different in ways
But we still grouped together like a survey
and fuck 'em all's the motto
I'm in a bottle
My gettin' hollow
That's what happens when humanity you
Where every leak or info is to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your
I smoke and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the and copy
Dig in something deeper and you'll peep were not free
It's not the separation its about the population
I'm in the grip of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
Simple minded people always point the
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, path
When all are intersections
It all on the persons perception
When I'm mad as you get shot
And to some it's bad
I believe you held something for too long
It strong
And got its own will
And think they make music still
But music is with out you or me we just manipulate
For or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and
Paid out the ass
And seen as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my are monsters
And everybody thinks I owe them one
I'm glad I music and life
Cause it's easy to see the and strife and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city, madness x4]