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 half breed, my is fair yet tan
I don't know what the I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

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

Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot on the side
It's hot dogs on Friday
The chicken's country
My dad says "Yo boy the peas!"
My mom says pass the
I something to ease the pain
So I'll go and get some downers

Whoa, man, I'm a bit slow
But I've got to get up
Got no
Just a idea
Let me you how
I'll steal my parents cards
Oh yes rip them off
go downtown to where dad works
And get myself cocaine

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