Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother like a komodo dragon
And had me on the back of a
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 all over the canvas
Back with the of rap in a spasm
(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, thoughts of
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso
Skywalker, but sound like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was this rhyme on
Oh, on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a 79 with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire 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 mine? got, don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me you by the hand to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude 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 dancing
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 department
With a in my car, ripping the aisle apart
With great power comes no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of and controversy is on, a
Beat killing spree, honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I 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 me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky with two horns
That don't honk but every I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not a whisper
better stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

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

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

So yeah dad walk
Let's us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
me knocking your block off
This is all your
Maybe that's why I'm so bananas
I appeal to all walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe what dad and son talks are like
Cause I related to the struggles of young
When their fucking were unaware of their troubles
Now they're out their fucking hair again
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says don't
The doors broken, it won't
It might just fly open, get cold
You critics pay me a visit
Misery loves company, stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you dish it but take it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mathers as advertised on the flyers
So spread the cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
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 fucking thing, yeah
Even this bitch, and quit tryna look
For a reason for it that ain't there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP that diamond
This time I'm this one will go emerald
When the madness end, how can it when
There's no to the pad and pen
The message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again