Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year three thousand and thirty 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 three and thirty
want to tell ya the meaning of the music
I must appeal to you people with faculties
Cause everybody else is laugh at me
try to get over 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 them
Fuck off 'cause of the egotistical mode I'm in
No I can't slap you no
When you and cutty is talkin' shit about me outside
take pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic
But deep inside he wants to do his man done
because his peers 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 vice
The reason I'm and still breathin
will breed heathens so
Everybody's suspect I check your ID
Cause you lookin you might be intelligence
that Del's against
Opposite or
I drop the law against nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we that different
We may act in some ways
But we still grouped like a fuckin' survey
Sufferin' and fuck 'em the motto
I'm trapped in a
My music's gettin'
That's what happens humanity you follow
Where every leak or is hard to swallow
Sell your and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay your
I herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the and what's occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the and copy
Dig in something deeper and you'll that were not free
It's not about the separation its the population
I'm caught in the of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
Simple minded people always the finger
To bring it to a close as if is their role, their path
all paths are intersections
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 for too long
It grew
And got its own will
And think they make music still
But music is there with out you or me we manipulate
For or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and
out the ass hole
And still as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe one
I'm glad I love and life
Cause it's easy to see the pain and and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]