Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year three thousand and everybody wants to be an MC
In the three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty everybody want to be a
In the year thousand and thirty
Everybody to tell ya the meaning of the music
I must to you people with your faculties
Cause everybody else is 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 'cause of the egotistical I'm in
No I can't you no five
When you and your is talkin' shit about me outside
People take pride in what they no hand in
Sorta like a holographic handsome
But inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his jeer and and clown
When your six deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible deers and cows and owls
So many rules and say you're not allowed
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]
If I had to describe the way I survive its like squeezin'
The reason I'm black and still
will breed heathens so
Everybody's suspect I check your ID
you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that against
or positive
When I drop the law nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain't that
We may act different in ways
But we grouped together like a fuckin' survey
Sufferin' and 'em all's the motto
I'm trapped in a
My music's gettin'
what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to
Sell your and car insurance
Put on the moon and can't pay your burdens
I herb and rock a turban
on the world and what's occurrin'
A lot of white like the style and copy
Dig in something 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]
minded people 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
When I'm mad as you get shot
And to some it's bad
I believe you held something back for too
It grew
And got its own will
And think they make music still
But is there with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it
I get to make records and
Paid out the ass
And still seen as face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are
And everybody that I owe them one
I'm glad I love and life
Cause easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I'm in the grip of the city, madness [Repeat x4]