Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother like a komodo dragon
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a
About to all over the canvas
with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, of entertaining
But and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like when I talk
Full of blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was this rhyme on
Oh, on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with 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 mine? Don't got, care, don't have two shits to give
Let me you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause no rhyme or no reason 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 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 epitome and the example of what happens
When the of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who happens, To be rapping
lights 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 aisle
great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who the evolution of rap
To it to the next level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white devil with two horns
That honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not even a
Rappers stay 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
pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

So yeah dad let's
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
that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all those of like
had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are
Cause I related to the struggles of America
When their parents were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody bloodies their knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my hustle says knock
The doors broken, it lock
It just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a
Misery loves company, please stay a
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a 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 put together with Chief Keef
Cause I hate fucking thing, yeah
Even rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my
The last Mathers LP went diamond
This time I'm predicting one will go emerald
When the madness end, how can it when
There's no to the pad and pen
The only message I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it