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 on a blimp but I ain't no wimp.
I American flags to Ho Chi Minh,
and Bart toys to Sam Kinison.
If you're to sin, you may just win,
unless you buy a that's made of lamb skin.
I'm with you of course and your friend Ian,
half of this rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it make sense
to all you ladies and gents but there's no
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 if I mean what I say,
legit when I tell you this homey don't play.
So sit back and relax and pop a Coke,
compared to me, 50 Cent, your 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 to my homeys across the globe, accept diversity but diss a homophobe.
The only way to is to embrace the truth,
all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus.
We're only here for a bit, so make the of it.
look back in sixty years
to see life was... garbage!
But the I'm trying to make is that
my are so def like a big milkshake.
I mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
but the Sugarhill Gang is the most.

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

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