Luyện nghe bài hát My Rhymes Rhyme

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

Hey! I'm all up in face like a rabid chimp,
eat shrimp on a blimp but I ain't no wimp.
I American flags to Ho Chi Minh,
and Simpson toys to Sam Kinison.
If you're 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,
half of this rap is Indo European.
I it so it would make sense
to all you ladies and but there's no evidence
if I'm going too fast or if I'm 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 back and and pop open a Coke,
to me, 50 Cent, your rhymes are a joke.

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Word, word, word to your mother and father too,
and props to anyone who staying true.
And shout outs to my homeys across the globe, diversity but diss a homophobe.
The only way to understanding is to 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 sixty
to see your was... garbage!
But the point I'm trying to is that
my are so def like a big milkshake.
I don't 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,
props to anyone who "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 from Abba.
I hope you have a good day and that you're swell,
though the music industry can be hell.

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