Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother like a komodo 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 loaded
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a
About to explode all the canvas
Back 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 and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca I talk
Full of blind 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 what I wrote I small
It ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the punching this 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 Don't got, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me you by the hand to promise land
And everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(Whats your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I
(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 ended up in rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of happens
When the power of the rhyme into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be
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, the aisle apart
With great power absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must,
Guilty, cause I sparked a,
without 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 me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil two horns
don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But I never hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better clear of me, bitch
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 torture everyone, is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no for nothing

(What's name?) Shady
(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 show you what you to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably get one block
me knocking your block off
This is all fault
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I to all those walks of like
had strife
Maybe that's dad and son talks are like
Cause I to the struggles of young America
When their fucking were unaware of their troubles
Now they're out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
Cause everybody their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The of my hustle says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics pay me a visit
Misery company, please stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you it but can't take it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint
So bitch, if you me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the reindeer put with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna
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 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 message that I have to is
Dad, I'm back at it