Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't 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 handing a psycho a handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a
About to explode all over the
with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also and
Probably find a way to complain about a painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like when I talk
of such blind rage 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 what I wrote I small
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 long as I'm on the clock punching 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, care, don't have two shits to give
Let me you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, 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 rich me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to you what you need 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 power of the rhyme falls into the hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the
in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle
With great power comes no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of and controversy is on, a
Beat spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who the evolution of rap
To take it to the next level, it
But rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not a whisper
better stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

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

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

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