Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the three thousand and thirty
Everybody to be an MC
In the year thousand and thirty
Everybody to be a DJ

In the year three and thirty
want to be a producer
In the three thousand and thirty
want to tell ya the meaning of the music

I must to you people with your faculties
'Coz everybody is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and a crack at me
The is one and I can see what rap can be glorious

Put in the Smithsonian, my for holy hymns
But you see controlling them
Fuck myself off 'coz of the mode I'm in
No, I slap you no five

When you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me
People take pride in they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic
But deep inside he to do what his man done

Just his peers jeer and and clown
your six foot deep no one hears you now
They say we're not compatible like deers and cows and
So many rules and say you're not allowed

I'm caught in the of the city madness
I'm caught in the of the city madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
I'm caught in the of the city madness

If I had to describe the way I survive, like vice squeezin'
The I'm black and still breathin'
Heathens will heathens so
Everybody's suspect I check your ID

'Coz you lookin' sheisty, you be intelligence
Someone that Del's against, or positive
When I drop the law against be faithful

Why should I hate you, we that different?
We may act different in some
But we still grouped like a fuckin' survey
and fuck 'em all's the motto

I'm in a bottle, my music's gettin' hollow
That's what happens when you follow
Where every or info is hard to swallow

Sell your Marlboro's and car
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay burdens
I smoke and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and occurrin'

A lot of white like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and peep that we're not free
not about the separation, it's about the population

I'm caught in the grip of the city
I'm in the grip of the city madness
I'm caught in the grip of the city
I'm in the grip of the city madness

Simple minded people always point the
To it to a close as if life is their role, their path
all paths are intersections
It all depends on the perception

When I'm mad as you get shot
And to it's bad luck
I you held something back for too long
It strong

And got its own will
And people think make music still
But music is without you or me, we just manipulate
For better or worse, so let it

I get to records and dough
Paid out the
And still seen as another on the totem pole
Conquer, my are monsters

And thinks that I owe them one
I'm I love music and life
it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

I'm caught in the grip of the madness
I'm caught in the grip of the madness
I'm caught in the grip of the madness
I'm caught in the of the city madness