Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I have one

My mother reproduced like a komodo
And had me on the back of a
Then crashed in the of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a a loaded handgun
with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all over the
with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your usually has them)
(But for the game your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also and
find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca I talk
Full of such blind I need a seeing eye dog
even find the page, I was writing this rhyme 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 long as I'm on the 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? Don't got, don't care, don't have two shits to
Let me take you by the hand to land
And everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(Whats name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't 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 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 epitome and the prime 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 just happens, To be
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the
Lamping in my mansion, I'm in the style department
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 spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who the evolution 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 that me? It to me?
'Cause I happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That don't honk but every time I 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 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 torture everyone, that is my
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 like me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to you what you need to live?)

So dad let's walk
have us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking your off
This is all fault
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I appeal to all walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe that's dad and son talks are like
Cause I to the struggles of young America
When their fucking parents were of their troubles
Now ripping out their fucking hair again
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The of my hustle says don't 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 it but can't take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister Mathers as on the flyers
So the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A completely dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier
All 8 of the reindeer put together with Keef
I hate every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old grabbing on my genitals
The last LP that went diamond
This time I'm 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