Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced 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 handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the
Back with the Yoda of rap in a
(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 docile and impossible to and, I'm also vain and
Probably a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca 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, couldn't see what I wrote I 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 dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she 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 threaten everyone, cause there's no or no reason for nothing

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

No! If he had, he have 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
When the of the rhyme falls 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, all the way to the bank
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the department
With a pile in my car, ripping the apart
With great power comes no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I sparked a,
Rebel without a cause, who the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is me? It belongs to me?
I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never a peep, not even a whisper
better stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

(What's your name?)
(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 you need to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's have us a and son talk
But I bet we probably get one block
Without me knocking your off
This is all fault
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I appeal to all those walks of
had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son are like
Cause I related to the of young America
When their fucking parents were of their troubles
Now they're ripping out fucking hair again
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody bloodies bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It might fly open, get cold cocked
You come pay me a visit
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too getting stoned in your glass house
To rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm than
All 8 of the reindeer put together Chief Keef
Cause I hate every thing, yeah
this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP went diamond
This time I'm predicting one will go emerald
When the madness end, how can it when
no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it