Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced 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 all over the canvas
Back with the of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like when I talk
Full of such rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln 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 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, don't two shits to give
Let me take you by the to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

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

No! If he had, he have ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The and the prime example of what happens
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, all the way to the bank
Lamping in my mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, the aisle apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who 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 just to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every 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 of the season, when hate runs high
And time, give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's your name?)
(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 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 your block off
This is all your
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I to all those walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe what dad and son talks are like
Cause I to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair
It's a ruckle, I chuckle
everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better knuckleheads
The sound of my says don't knock
The broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold
You critics pay me a visit
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my til I'm passed out
A completely 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 than
All 8 of the reindeer put with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing,
Even this rhyme bitch, and tryna look
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I still am a
Ten old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that went
This time I'm predicting this one 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 at it again