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 psycho a loaded
Michelangelo with a gun in a tantrum
About to all over the canvas
with the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But waned for the your enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my Padawan)
A in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to and, I'm also vain and
find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see I wrote I write small
It says ever since I 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 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 don't know him, but I
(Is he like me?) Ha-ha
(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 example of what happens
When the power of the falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start
Even if it is Charles who just 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 pile in my car, ripping the apart
With great power comes no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The of nonsense and controversy is on, a
Beat spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and produced it
(Hip hop is the music) Is that me? It belongs to me?
'Cause I just happen to be, a white honky devil two horns
That don't but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never a peep, not even a whisper
Rappers stay clear of me, bitch
its the...

It's the time of the season, when hate high
And this time, give it to you easy, when I take back mine
With pleasured hands, and everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for

(What's name?) Shady
(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 you what you need to live?)

So dad let's walk
Let's have us a and son talk
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking your off
This is all fault
that's why I'm always so bananas
I appeal to all walks of like
Whoever had
Maybe what dad and son talks are like
Cause I to the struggles of young America
their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles
Now ripping out their fucking hair again
It's a stare ruckle, I
Cause everybody bloodies their knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, better knuckleheads
The sound of my says don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics come pay me a
loves company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip your lip if you dish it but take it
Too busy stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you why I lash out
Mister Mathers as advertised on the
So spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm out
A completely dead Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a chair
So bitch, if you shoot me a look it be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm than
All 8 of the reindeer put with Chief Keef
Cause I hate fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit look
For a reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a
Ten old degenerate grabbing on my genitals
The last Mathers LP went diamond
time I'm predicting this one will go emerald
When will the madness end, how can it
no method to the pad and pen
The only message that I to sing is
Dad, I'm at it again