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

Okay, here's the about my mom and dad
One was
One was
I bet you think you're
I'm a half breed, my is fair yet tan
I don't know the hell I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

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

Back at home it's eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
It's hot dogs on nights
The chicken's fried
My dad "Yo boy pass the peas!"
My mom says pass the
I need to ease the pain
So I'll go downtown and get downers

Whoa, man, I'm a little bit
But I've got to get up
Got no
Just a idea
Let me you how
I'll steal my credit cards
Oh yes I'll rip 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 that she's the best
My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play
I don't know what the I am
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!