Luyện nghe bài hát Rhyme or Reason

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

My mother reproduced like a komodo
And had me on the of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of with rap, I'm loco
like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Michelangelo a paint gun in a tantrum
to explode all over the canvas
Back the Yoda of rap in a spasm
(Your music has them)
(But waned for the game enthusiasm it hasn't)
(Follow you must, Rick Rubin my Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also and
Probably a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound like when I talk
Full of blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, see what I wrote I write small
It says since 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 card
Hip hop ain't dying on my

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 threaten everyone, there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

(Whats your name?)
(Who's your daddy?) I don't know him, but I
(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 ended up in these rhymes on my pad
I wouldn't be so mad, my wouldn't be so bad, yeah, dad
I'm The epitome and the prime example of happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the hands, and
Makes you to get up and start dancing
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 style
With a pile in my car, ripping the aisle
With great power comes no responsibility, for content
Completely, despondent, and
The king of nonsense and is on, a
Beat spree, your honor, I must, plea
Guilty, cause I a, Revolution
Rebel a cause, who caused the evolution of rap
To take it to the level, boost it
But several rebuked it, and whoever it
(Hip hop is the devil's music) Is me? It belongs to me?
I just happen to be, a white honky devil with two horns
That honk but every time I speak you, hear a beep?
But lyrically I never a peep, not even 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, I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my
My job here done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for nothing

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

So yeah dad walk
Let's have us a father and son
But I bet we probably wouldn't get one
Without me knocking block off
This is all your
Maybe that's why I'm always so
I appeal to all walks of like
had strife
Maybe that's what dad and son talks are
Cause I related to the struggles of young
When their fucking parents were unaware of their
Now they're ripping out their fucking hair
a stare ruckle, I chuckle
Cause bloodies their bare knuckles
Yeah, uh oh, beware knuckleheads
The sound of my hustle don't knock
The doors broken, it won't
It just fly open, get cold cocked
You critics pay me a visit
Misery company, please stay a minute
Kryptonite to a
Zip lip if you dish it but can't take it
Too getting stoned in your glass house
To kick rocks, then you wonder why I out
Mister as advertised on the flyers
So spread the word cause I'm my passion til I'm passed out
A completely brain Rainman
Doing a bankhead in a restraint
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 with Chief Keef
Cause I every fucking thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and tryna look
For a fucking for it that ain't there
But I am a criminal
Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my
The last Mathers LP went diamond
This I'm predicting this one will go emerald
will the madness end, how can it when
There's no to the pad and pen
The only that I have to sing is
Dad, I'm back at it