Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

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

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, have two shits to give
Let me you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no for nothing

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

No! If he had, he wouldn't 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 falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles who just happens, To be rapping
Blue flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle
With great comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of and controversy is on, a
Beat spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the of rap
To it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never 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 what's mine
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no for nothing

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

So yeah dad walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking your off
This is all fault
that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those of like
had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son are like
Cause I related to the struggles of America
When their fucking parents were unaware of their
Now ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It might fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a
Misery loves company, stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A completely brain dead
a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a blank
Or get in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate every fucking thing,
Even this bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that there
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
When the madness end, how can it when
no method to the pad and pen
The only message I have to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again