Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

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

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

I must appeal to you people your faculties
everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a at me
The universe is one and I can see rap can be glorious

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

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

Just because his peers and and clown
When your six foot no one hears you now
They say we're not compatible deers and cows and owls
So many and regulations say you're not allowed

I'm in the grip of the city madness
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

If I had to describe the way I survive, it's like squeezin'
The reason I'm black and breathin'
Heathens will breed so
suspect I must check your ID

'Coz you sheisty, you might be intelligence
Someone that Del's against, opposite or
When I the law against nature be faithful

Why should I you, we ain't that different?
We may act different in ways
But we grouped together like a fuckin' survey
and fuck 'em all's the motto

I'm trapped in a bottle, my gettin' hollow
what happens when humanity you follow
Where leak or info is hard to swallow

your Marlboro's and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and pay your burdens
I herb and rock a turban
on the world and what's occurrin'

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

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
I'm caught in the of the city madness

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

I'm mad as fuck you get shot
And to some bad luck
I believe you held something for too long
It strong

And got its own will
And people think they music still
But music is there without you or me, we just
For or worse, so let it situate

I get to make and dough
out the asshole
And still seen as face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are

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

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 madness
I'm caught in the grip of the madness