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 skin is 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 jive talk to me, don't what he just said
My mother she's a
My Kentucky fried
I know 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
hot dogs on Friday nights
The chicken's country
My dad "Yo boy pass the peas!"
My mom says the squash
I need to ease the pain
So I'll go downtown and get downers

Whoa, man, I'm a bit slow
But got to get up somehow
Got no
a good idea
Let me you how
I'll steal my credit cards
Oh yes I'll rip off
I'll go to where dad works
And get myself some

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