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 like a rabid chimp,
I'll eat shrimp on a blimp but I no wimp.
I send flags to Ho Chi Minh,
and Simpson toys 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 with you of course and your Ian,
although half of rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it would sense
to all you ladies and gents but no evidence
if I'm going too fast or if I'm 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 I tell you this homey don't play.
So sit back and 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 props to who keeps staying true.
And shout outs to my 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 here 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 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.

CHORUS

So get this right here, it's perfect clear,
to anyone who bought "Nothing to Fear."
Shout outs to Willis, Atom G., and John Hall.
to MC Paul 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 a good day and that you're feeling swell,
though the music industry can be hell.

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