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 of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a a loaded handgun
with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game your it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm vain and
find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing rhyme on
Oh, on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with 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, I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't have two to give
Let me take you by the hand to land
And everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime of what happens
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I sparked a,
Rebel without a cause, who the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and produced it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, a beep?
But lyrically I hear a peep, not even a whisper
better stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate runs
And this time, it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
My job isn't done, cause 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 rich me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking block off
This is all fault
that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those walks of
had strife
Maybe that's dad and son talks are like
I related to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents unaware of their troubles
Now they're out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my hustle says don't
The doors broken, it won't
It might just fly open, get cocked
You come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you dish it but take it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier
All 8 of the put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that diamond
This time I'm predicting one will go emerald
When will the end, how can it when
There's no to the pad and pen
The message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it