Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of with rap, I'm loco
It's handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all the canvas
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin 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 blind rage I need 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 wrote I write
It ever 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 as I'm on the clock punching this 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, don't care, don't have two shits to
Let me take you by the hand to land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

(Whats name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I know him, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?)
(Has he taken, any time, to show you you need to live?)

No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these on my pad
I be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the hands, and
Makes you want to get up and dancing
Even if it is Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style
With a pile in my car, ripping the apart
With power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense 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 it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It to me?
'Cause I happen to be, a white honky devil 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 runs
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take what's mine
pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

(What's your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I
(Is he rich like me?) 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 probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking your off
is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I to all those walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe that's dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of young
When their fucking parents were unaware of troubles
Now they're out their fucking hair again
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It might fly open, get cold cocked
You come pay me a visit
Misery company, please stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you why I lash out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm my passion til I'm passed out
A completely dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
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 reindeer put together with Keef
I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking for it that ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old degenerate on my genitals
The last LP that 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 to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again