Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I have one

My mother reproduced like a komodo
And had me on the back of a
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive rap, I'm loco
like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a
About to all over the canvas
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my Padawan)
A Jedi in training, brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also and
Probably find a way to about a Picasso painting
Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 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 punching this time card
Hip hop dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, 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 have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme into the wrong hands, and
you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, all the way to the bank
in my K-Mart 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 and controversy is on, a
killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky with two horns
That don't honk but time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me,
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate high
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back mine
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
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 rich me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to you what you need to live?)

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