Luyện nghe bài hát Madness

In the year three thousand and everybody wants to be an MC
In the year thousand and thirty everybody want to be a DJ
In the year three thousand and thirty want to be a producer
In the year three and thirty
Everybody want to ya the meaning of the music
I must appeal to you people with your
Cause everybody is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a at me
The universe is one and I can see rap can be glorious
Put in the Smithsonian my for holy hymns
But you see controlling them
Fuck myself off 'cause of the mode I'm in
No I slap you no five
When you and your is talkin' shit about me outside
People take pride in what they have no in
like a phantom holographic handsome
But inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his jeer and and clown
When six foot deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and and owls
So rules and regulations say you're not allowed
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]
If I had to describe the way I its like vice squeezin'
The reason I'm and still breathin
Heathens will breed so
Everybody's I must check your ID
Cause you lookin you might be intelligence
Someone Del's against
or positive
When I drop the law against be faithful
Why should I hate you we that different
We may act different in some
But we still grouped like a fuckin' survey
Sufferin' and fuck 'em all's the
I'm in a bottle
My gettin' hollow
That's happens when humanity you follow
Where every or info is hard to swallow
Sell Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can't pay burdens
I smoke herb and rock a
Meditate on the world and occurrin'
A lot of white boys like the and copy
Dig in something deeper and you'll peep that were not
It's not about the its about the population
I'm caught in the of the city, madness [Repeat x4]
Simple minded people always point the
To bring it to a as if life is their role, their path
When all paths are
It all depends on the persons
I'm mad as fuck 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 they music still
But music is there out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it
I get to records and dough
out the ass hole
And still seen as face on the totem pole
Conquer, my are monsters
And everybody that I owe them one
I'm glad I love and life
Cause it's to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight
I'm caught in the grip of the city, [Repeat x4]