Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhymes Rhyme

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

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

REPEAT
Word, word, word to your mother and father too,
and props to anyone who keeps true.
And outs to my homeys across 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 for a bit, so make the best of it.
Don't back in sixty years
to see life was... garbage!
But the I'm trying to make is that
my flows are so def a big milkshake.
I mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
but the Sugarhill is misquoted the most.

CHORUS

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

REPEAT