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

Okay, the story about my mom and dad
One was
One was
I bet you think you're
I'm a half breed, my skin is yet tan
I don't what the hell 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 said
My mother she's a
My Kentucky 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 on Friday nights
The country fried
My dad "Yo boy pass the peas!"
My mom says the squash
I need something to ease the
So go downtown and get some downers

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

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