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 a rabid chimp,
I'll eat shrimp on a 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 your Ian,
half 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 too fast or if I'm going too slow.
You can always "repeat" on this funky fresh flow.
Though you may not even know if I mean I say,
it's legit when I you this homey don't play.
So sit and relax and pop open a Coke,
compared to me, 50 Cent, rhymes are a joke.

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

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So get this point here, it's perfect clear,
props to anyone who "Nothing to Fear."
Shout outs to Willis, Atom G., and John Hall.
Word to MC Barman, hey return my call!
What's up to Garcia, Hendrix, Morrison 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.

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