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,
I'll eat on a blimp but I ain't no wimp.
I send 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 made of lamb skin.
I'm down with you of course and your Ian,
although half of this rap is European.
I translated it so it would 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 press "repeat" on this funky fresh flow.
Though you may not know if I mean what I say,
legit when I tell you this homey don't play.
So sit and relax and pop open a Coke,
compared to me, 50 Cent, rhymes are a joke.

CHORUS
Word, word, word to mother and your father too,
and props to anyone who staying true.
And shout outs to my homeys the globe, accept diversity but diss a homophobe.
The only way to understanding is to the truth,
all creatures 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 point I'm trying to make is
my flows are so def a big milkshake.
I don't mean to brag, I don't to boast,
but the Gang is misquoted the most.

REPEAT

So get this point right here, perfect clear,
props to who bought "Nothing to Fear."
Shout outs to Willis, Atom G., and John 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 day and that you're feeling swell,
though the music industry can be hell.

REPEAT