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

Okay, here's the story 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 he just said
My mother a honkey
My Kentucky fried
I don't what the hell I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

Back at it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side
It's hot dogs on nights
The country fried
My dad "Yo boy pass the peas!"
My mom says the squash
I something to ease the pain
So I'll go and get some 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 parents credit
Oh yes rip them off
I'll go downtown to dad works
And get myself some

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, not one to play golf
I don't what the hell I am
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!