Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't one

My mother like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a
Then in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I
Full of such blind rage I a seeing eye dog
Can't find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I I write small
It says since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't two shits to give
Let me take you by the to promise land
And threaten everyone, there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(Whats your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I
(Is he like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you you need to live?)

No! If he had, he wouldn't ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be
Blue flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the department
With a in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
Beat killing spree, honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky with two horns
don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay of me, bitch
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate runs
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my
My job here isn't done, there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I
(Is he like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

So dad let's walk
have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
me knocking your block off
This is all fault
Maybe why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe what dad and son talks are like
Cause I to the struggles of young America
When their fucking were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my hustle says don't
The doors broken, it lock
It might just fly open, get cold
You critics come pay me a
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you it but can't take it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So spread the cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a in a restraint chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a it better be a blank stare
Or get in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the reindeer put together Chief Keef
Cause I hate every thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit look
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old grabbing on my genitals
The Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one go emerald
When will the end, how can it when
no method to the pad and pen
The only that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it