Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced a komodo dragon
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded
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 brain and, thoughts of
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably a way to complain 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 this on
Oh, on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever 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, I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't have two to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise
And threaten everyone, there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

No! If he had, he wouldn't ended 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 of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who happens, To be rapping
Blue flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style
With a pile in my car, ripping the apart
With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must,
Guilty, cause I sparked a,
Rebel a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky with two horns
That don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a
Rappers better clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate runs
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back what's
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause no rhyme or no reason 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 you what you need to live?)

So yeah dad walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
me knocking your block off
This is all your
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I to all those walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe that's what dad and son are like
Cause I related to the struggles of America
When their fucking parents were unaware of troubles
Now they're ripping out their hair again
It's a ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says knock
The doors broken, it lock
It might just fly open, get cocked
You come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a
to a hypocrite
Zip lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm out
A completely brain Rainman
a bankhead in a restraint 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 Chief Keef
Cause I every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and tryna look
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I am a criminal
Ten old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The Mathers LP that went diamond
This time I'm predicting this one will go
will the madness 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