Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

(What's name?) Marshall
(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 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 the canvas
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But waned for the game your it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also and
Probably find a way to about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but like Chewbacca when I talk
of such blind 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 what I wrote I write
It says ever since I drove a 79 Lincoln with white
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire to aspire, to Die Hard
So as long as I'm on the clock punching time card
Hip hop ain't 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 two shits to give
Let me take you by the hand to promise
And threaten everyone, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

(Whats name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I know him, but I wonder
(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 these on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my attitude be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and dancing
Even if it is Charles who just happens, To be rapping
Blue lights flashing, laughing all the way to the
Lamping in my K-Mart mansion, I'm in the style
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle
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, cause I sparked a,
Rebel without a cause, who caused the of rap
To it to the next level, boost 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 devil two horns
That don't honk but every I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I hear 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, when I take back 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 your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't a fuck, but I wonder
(Is he rich me?) Doubt it, ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's us a father and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me your block off
This is all fault
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I appeal to all those walks of
Whoever had
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are
Cause I related to the of young America
When their fucking parents were of their troubles
Now ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
Cause everybody bloodies bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle says knock
The broken, it won't lock
It might just fly open, get cold
You come pay me a visit
Misery loves company, stay a minute
to a hypocrite
Zip lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, you wonder why I lash out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word 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 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 tryna look
For a fucking reason for it that there
But I still am a
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my
The last LP that went diamond
time I'm predicting this one will go emerald
When the madness end, how can it when
no method to the pad and pen
The message that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again