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 like a chimp,
I'll eat on a blimp but I ain't no wimp.
I send American to Ho Chi Minh,
and Simpson toys to Sam Kinison.
If akin to sin, you may just win,
unless you buy a condom that's of lamb skin.
I'm down with you of course and friend Ian,
although half of rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it make sense
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 funky fresh flow.
you may not even know if I mean what I say,
it's legit when I tell you this homey play.
So sit back and and pop open a Coke,
to me, 50 Cent, your rhymes are a joke.

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

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

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