Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My reproduced like a komodo dragon
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of with rap, I'm loco
It's handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo with a paint gun in a
About to explode all the canvas
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 Jedi in training, colossal brain and, of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca I talk
Full of blind rage I need a seeing 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 as I'm on the clock punching 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? got, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause there's no or no reason for nothing

(Whats name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I
(Is he like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in these on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The and the prime example of what happens
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
Even if it is Manson who just happens, To be rapping
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 aisle
With great comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the of rap
To take it to the next level, it
But several it, and whoever produced 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 don't honk but every time I speak you, hear a
But lyrically I hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me,
its the...

It's the of the season, when hate runs high
And this time, give it to you easy, I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

So yeah dad let's
have us a father and son talk
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
me knocking your block off
This is all fault
that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe that's what dad and son are like
Cause I related to the struggles of young
When their fucking parents were unaware of their
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle don't knock
The broken, it won't lock
It might fly open, get cold cocked
You critics 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 busy getting in your glass house
To rocks, then you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as on the flyers
So spread the word I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A completely brain Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a 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 reindeer put together with Chief
I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this bitch, and quit tryna look
For a fucking for it that ain't there
But I still am a
Ten year old degenerate 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
There's no to the pad and pen
The only message I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it