Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother like a komodo dragon
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's handing a psycho a loaded handgun
with a paint gun in a tantrum
About to explode all the canvas
Back with the Yoda of rap in a
(Your usually has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a painting
Puke Skywalker, but like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I small
It says ever I drove a 79 Lincoln 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 ain't dying on my

But sometimes, I'm sleeping, she comes to me in my dreams
Is she taken? Is she mine? Don't got, don't care, don't two shits to give
Let me take you by the to promise land
And threaten everyone, cause 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 you what you need to live?)

No! If he had, he wouldn't have up in these 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
When the of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
if it is Charles Manson who just happens, To be rapping
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 apart
With great comes absolutely no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
Beat killing spree, your honor, I must,
Guilty, I sparked a, Revolution
Rebel without a cause, who caused the of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But rebuked it, and whoever produced it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two
That honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never hear a peep, not a whisper
Rappers stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate runs
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 isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(What's name?) Shady
(Who's your daddy?) I give a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you you need to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we probably get one block
Without me knocking your off
This is all your
Maybe why I'm always so bananas
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 were unaware of their troubles
Now they're ripping out their hair again
It's a ruckle, I chuckle
Cause everybody 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 come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, please stay a
to a hypocrite
Zip your lip if you dish it but can't it
Too busy getting stoned in your glass
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So spread the word cause I'm my passion til I'm passed out
A brain dead Rainman
a bankhead in a restraint chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it better be a stare
Or get in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All 8 of the put together with Chief Keef
Cause I every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna
For a fucking for it that ain't there
But I still am a
Ten old degenerate grabbing 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 to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again