Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

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

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

I must appeal to you people with your
'Coz else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a at me
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be

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

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

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

I'm in the grip 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 grip of the madness

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

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

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

I'm trapped in a bottle, my music's gettin'
That's what happens when humanity you
Where every leak or info is hard to

Sell Marlboro's and car insurance
Put on the moon and can't pay your burdens
I smoke herb and a turban
Meditate on the world and what's

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

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

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

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

And energy got its own
And think they make music still
But music is there without you or me, we manipulate
For better or worse, so let it

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

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

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