Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced like a dragon
And had me on the back of a
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a handgun
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the
Back with the of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm 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 painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like when I talk
Full of such blind I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write
It says ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire to aspire, to Die
So as as I'm on the clock punching this 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 Don't got, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise
And everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(Whats your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I know him, but I wonder
(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 be so mad, my attitude wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of what
When the power of the rhyme into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
Even if it is Charles 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 style
With a in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense and controversy is on, a
killing spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and produced it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil two horns
That don't honk but every I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay clear of me,
its the...

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

(What's name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I don't 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 walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking block off
is all your fault
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all those of like
Whoever had
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are
Cause I to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of troubles
Now they're ripping out fucking hair again
It's a ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody bloodies bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't
The doors broken, it won't
It just fly open, get cold cocked
You come pay me a visit
Misery company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't it
Too busy getting stoned in your house
To kick rocks, 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 completely dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
So bitch, if you me a look it better be a blank stare
Or get in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the reindeer put with Chief Keef
Cause I every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit look
For a fucking for it that ain't there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that went
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 have to is
Dad, I'm at it again