Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year three thousand and everybody wants to be an MC
In the year three and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty want to be a producer
In the three thousand and thirty
want 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 controlling them
Fuck myself off of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I can't you no five
When you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me
People pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a holographic handsome
But deep inside he to do what his man done
Just because his peers jeer and and
When your six deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and 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 vice squeezin'
The reason I'm and still breathin
Heathens will breed so
suspect I must check your ID
Cause you lookin sheisty you might be
Someone that against
Opposite or
When I drop the law against be faithful
Why should I you we ain't that different
We may act different in some
But we still grouped together a fuckin' survey
and fuck 'em all's the motto
I'm in a bottle
My music's gettin'
That's what happens when humanity you
Where every or info is hard to swallow
your Marlboros and car insurance
Put on the moon and can't pay your burdens
I smoke and rock a turban
Meditate on the and what's occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the style and
Dig in deeper and you'll peep that were not free
It's not about the its about the population
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]
Simple minded people always the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is role, their path
When all are intersections
It all depends on the perception
When I'm mad as fuck you get
And to it's bad luck
I believe you held back for too long
It grew
And got its own will
And people think they make music
But music is there with out you or me we manipulate
For better or worse so let it
I get to make and dough
Paid out the ass
And still as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my are monsters
And thinks that I owe them one
I'm I love music and life
Cause easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]