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

hair when I wake up
Straight I go to bed
My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he said
My mother a honkey
My Kentucky fried
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 roast on the
hot dogs on Friday nights
The chicken's country
My dad says "Yo boy the peas!"
My mom pass the squash
I need something to ease the
So I'll go downtown and get 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 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 thinks right
She thinks that she's the
My dad is a negro, he's not one to play golf
I don't know the hell I am
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!