Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody to be a DJ
In the year 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 with faculties
Cause 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 who's controlling
Fuck myself off 'cause of the mode I'm in
No I slap you no five
When you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me
People pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta a phantom holographic handsome
But inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his jeer and and clown
When your six foot no one hears you now
They say not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and say you're not allowed
I'm in the grip of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice
The reason I'm and still breathin
Heathens will breed so
Everybody's I must check your ID
Cause you sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that against
Opposite or
When I drop the law nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we that different
We may act different in ways
But we still grouped together a fuckin' survey
Sufferin' and fuck 'em all's the
I'm in a bottle
My gettin' hollow
That's what happens humanity you follow
Where every leak or is hard to swallow
your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a
Meditate on the world and occurrin'
A lot of white boys the style and copy
Dig in something and you'll peep that were not free
It's not about the separation its the population
I'm caught in the grip of the city, madness x4]
Simple minded people always the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their
When all paths are
It all on the persons perception
When I'm mad as you get shot
And to it's bad luck
I believe you something back for too long
It grew
And got its own will
And people think make music still
But music is with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or so let it situate
I get to records and dough
Paid out the ass
And still seen as another face on the totem
Conquer, my sponsors are
And everybody thinks I owe them one
I'm I love music and life
Cause it's easy to see the pain and strife and end it all
I'm caught in the of the city, madness [Repeat x4]