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 shrimp on a blimp but I no wimp.
I send flags to Ho Chi Minh,
and Bart Simpson to Sam Kinison.
If you're to sin, you may just win,
you buy a condom that's made of lamb skin.
I'm with you of course and your friend Ian,
although of this rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it would make
to all you ladies and but there's no evidence
if I'm too fast or if I'm going too slow.
You can always "repeat" on this funky fresh flow.
you may not even know if I mean what I say,
it's legit when I you this homey don't play.
So sit back and and pop open a Coke,
compared to me, 50 Cent, your are a joke.

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Word, word, word to mother and your father too,
and props to anyone who keeps 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 make the of it.
Don't back in sixty years
to see life was... garbage!
But the point I'm trying to make is
my flows are so def 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 point right here, it's perfect clear,
to anyone who bought "Nothing to Fear."
Shout outs to Willis, Atom G., and John Hall.
Word to MC Barman, hey return 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 the music industry can be hell.

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