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 the hell I'm on
So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!

hair when I wake up
Straight I go to bed
My dad speaks talk to me, don't know what he just 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!!!

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

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