Luyện nghe bài hát Darkie

Pickaninny fieldhand, just darkie
black, big lip, motherland monkey
Dark skin, nappy head, always being
You just darkie, you just another darkie
you hear 'em talking, just love 'em and keep walking
Prayed for you, brothers, the masters done 'em
Say it loud for 'em, ignoring all of the
You just another darkie, you another darkie

I used to I was Puerto-Rican
'Cause that type of black was
They had curly and accents
And I be called exotic
I would lie and say I'm
Mixed with and that of sorts
Anything to not be a fieldhand descendent
I knew black I was beautiful
X Clan done taught me that
ain't stop the black folks, black jokes at lunch
I had Zulu, Nefertiti, Tutankhamun posters
Hanging on my walls to the pain of them boulders
Thrown 'em, so ashamed I got the round of a king
I'm the most mimicked culture but that ain't do a thing for my self-image
Subjected to a I could never meet
Genetics don't let blue eyes ever with black feet
Culture say that feet don't belong on skateboards
should stay on reservations; Mama Winnie came for 'em
Black people self-police "you sound when you speak"
Why you're so nappy? You was just another darkie

Fat lip, nose (you just another darkie)
Looking like some burnt toast (you another darkie)
headed, so gross (you just another darkie)
Master got 'em so (you just another darkie)
Some people blind (you just another darkie)
Hating on they own kind (you another darkie)
Put fist in the sky
And don't pay 'em no mind (you another darkie)

Man, why I care at all
When you burn your own city
And your daughter a white doll
Man, y'all don't even y'all

I remember they told me I would better if I was lighter
Get wedded on the island with the dress to match my
Tell your melanin be quiet, it's too loud to the culture
The of the media, Wikipedia wrote the posters
Who you mailin' to? Who you to?
Is cerebellum bailing you out?
Or is you jailed by the mouth that you failin' to not be yourself?
I know I believed it, I know I repeated what was me
Killing my dreams, maybe if I was thicker my skin wouldn't a scene
Such a protagonist activist for a king
They treat him like the villain yet don't want what master schemes
Living like yet they don't want the master's things
Who's a Who's the one to blame for the nappyness, the averages?
Love over is the fraction with the happiest
Mathematicians adding the African applicants
The night embedded, I don't it, the blackest skin

Fat lip, nose (you just another darkie)
Looking like some burnt toast (you just darkie)
Nappy headed, so gross (you another darkie)
Master got 'em so (you just another darkie)
Some still blind (you just another darkie)
Hating on they own (you just another darkie)
Put your in the sky
And don't pay 'em no mind (you another darkie)

Man, why I care at all
When you your own city whole?
And daughter want a white doll
Man, y'all don't like y'all