Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a
Then in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But waned for the game your it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso
Puke Skywalker, but like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a eye dog
Can't even the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, 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 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 mine? Don't got, care, don't have two shits 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 you what you need 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 epitome and the prime of what happens
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Manson who just happens, To be rapping
Blue flashing, laughing all the way to the bank
in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style department
With a pile in my car, ripping the apart
great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of and controversy 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 it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever 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
That honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a
Rappers better stay clear of me,
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 torture everyone, that is my
My job isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

So dad let's walk
have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
me knocking your block off
This is all your
Maybe why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those of like
Whoever had
Maybe what dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of young
When their fucking were unaware of their troubles
Now they're out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The sound of my says don't knock
The doors broken, it lock
It might just fly open, get cocked
You critics pay me a visit
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you dish it but take it
Too busy getting in your glass house
To rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So spread the cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A completely brain Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm than
All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief
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 went diamond
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