Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhymes Rhyme

Roses are red, are blue.
My rhyme, but yours don't.

Hey! I'm all up in your face like a chimp,
eat shrimp on a blimp but I ain't no wimp.
I American flags to Ho Chi Minh,
and Bart Simpson to Sam Kinison.
If you're to sin, you may just win,
unless you buy a condom that's made of skin.
I'm down with you of course and friend Ian,
half of this rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it would make
to all you and gents but there's no evidence
if I'm too fast or if I'm going too slow.
You can always press "repeat" on this funky flow.
Though you may not even if I mean what I say,
it's legit when I you this homey don't play.
So sit back and and pop open a Coke,
to me, 50 Cent, your rhymes are a joke.

REPEAT
Word, word, word to your mother and your too,
and to anyone who keeps staying true.
And shout outs to my homeys the globe, accept diversity but diss a homophobe.
The way to understanding is to embrace the truth,
all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus.
We're only here for a bit, so the best of it.
look back in sixty years
to see life was... garbage!
But the point I'm trying to make is
my are so def like a big milkshake.
I don't mean to brag, I don't to boast,
but the Sugarhill is misquoted the most.

CHORUS

So get this point here, it's perfect clear,
props to who bought "Nothing to Fear."
Shout outs to Wesley Willis, Atom G., and Hall.
to MC Paul Barman, hey return my call!
What's up to Garcia, Hendrix, Morrison and Zappa,
word to Devo, "Weird Al," and girls from Abba.
I hope you have a day and that you're feeling swell,
though the music industry can be hell.

REPEAT