Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced like a dragon
And had me on the back of a
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive rap, I'm loco
It's like a psycho a loaded handgun
with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all the canvas
with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game your it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca I talk
of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I small
It says ever since I a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a desire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching time card
Hip hop ain't on my watch

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

(Whats name?) Marshall
(Who's daddy?) I don't know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?)
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

No! If he had, he wouldn't have up in these rhymes on my pad
I be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of what
When the of the rhyme falls into 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 mansion, I'm in the style 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 spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
Rebel a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not a whisper
Rappers better clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, is my plan
My job here done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

So yeah dad let's
have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your off
is all your fault
Maybe why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those of like
Whoever had
that's what dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of America
their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a ruckle, I chuckle
everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my hustle says knock
The doors broken, it lock
It might just fly open, get cocked
You come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in glass house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So spread the word cause I'm my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, if you me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier
All 8 of the reindeer put together Chief Keef
Cause I every fucking thing, yeah
Even rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my
The last Mathers LP went diamond
This time I'm predicting one will go emerald
When will the madness end, how can it
There's no to the pad and pen
The only that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it