Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3 ... Slam!!!

Okay, the story about my mom and dad
One was
One was
I bet you think glad
I'm a breed, my skin is fair yet tan
I know what the hell I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

Kinky hair I wake up
Straight I go to bed
My dad speaks talk to me, don't know what he just said
My mother she's a
My dad's fried
I know what the hell I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

Back at home it's black eyed peas a pot roast on the side
It's hot on Friday nights
The country fried
My dad "Yo boy pass the peas!"
My mom pass the squash
I need something to ease the
So I'll go and get some downers

Whoa, man, I'm a little bit
But I've got to get up
Got no
a good idea
Let me you how
I'll steal my parents credit
Oh yes I'll rip off
I'll go downtown to dad works
And get myself some

Now I'm high, and I'm not shy
I'll get it off my
My mom is white, she thinks she's
She that she's the best
My dad is just a negro, not one to play golf
I don't know the hell I am
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!