Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the three thousand and thirty everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and everybody want to be a producer
In the year three and thirty
Everybody to tell ya the meaning of the music
I appeal to you people with 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 what rap can be
Put in the Smithsonian my for holy hymns
But you see who's controlling
Fuck myself off of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I slap you no five
you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me outside
People pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta a phantom holographic handsome
But deep inside he wants to do what his man
Just because his jeer and and clown
When your six foot no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and cows and
So many rules and regulations say you're not
I'm caught in the of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
If I had to describe the way I survive its like squeezin'
The reason I'm black and breathin
Heathens breed heathens so
Everybody's I must check your ID
Cause you lookin you might be intelligence
Someone that Del's
or positive
When I drop the law against be faithful
Why I hate you we ain't that different
We may act in some ways
But we still grouped together like a fuckin'
Sufferin' and fuck 'em all's the
I'm trapped in a
My music's gettin'
That's happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is to swallow
your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and pay your burdens
I smoke herb and a turban
Meditate on the and what's occurrin'
A lot of white like the style and copy
Dig in deeper and you'll peep that were not free
It's not about the separation its about the
I'm caught in the of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
Simple minded people point the finger
To it to a close as if life is their role, their path
When all are intersections
It all depends on the persons
When I'm mad as fuck you get
And to some it's bad
I believe you held back for too long
It strong
And got its own will
And think they make music still
But music is there out you or me we just manipulate
For better or so let it situate
I get to make records and
Paid out the ass
And still seen as another face on the totem
Conquer, my sponsors are
And thinks that I owe them one
I'm glad I love music and
Cause it's to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city, madness x4]