Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I 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 like handing a a loaded handgun
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
to explode all over the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game your it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal 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 sound Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a desire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time
Hip hop dying on my watch

But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't have two to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no for nothing

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

No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in rhymes on my pad
I be so mad, my attitude wouldn't 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 Charles Manson who 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 pile in my car, ripping the apart
With 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, I sparked a, Revolution
without a cause, who caused 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 don't but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I hear a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers better stay of me, bitch
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 rhyme or no reason for

(What's your name?)
(Who's daddy?) I don't give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) 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 wouldn't get one block
Without me knocking your off
This is all your
Maybe why I'm always so bananas
I to all those walks of like
had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son are like
Cause I related to the of young America
When their fucking parents were unaware of troubles
Now they're ripping out fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
everybody bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better beware
The sound of my hustle says knock
The doors broken, it won't
It might fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a
Misery loves company, stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't it
Too busy getting stoned in your house
To kick rocks, then you why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A completely dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint
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 together with Keef
I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna
For a fucking reason for it ain't there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP went diamond
This I'm predicting this one will go emerald
When will the end, how can it when
There's no to the pad and pen
The only message I have to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again