Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a kind of people.... Which just so happens to be my favorite kind of people.
You know... the ones that... you know, when you're standing next to them, and all of a sudden it dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

people
I'ma steal your
You better hide your
I'ma take that too
Black
Hey

people
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
Black
(Seriously, all of us are related)

I ran an old amigo named Juan Luis
The called me "Apple" cause we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took in a joking way
But was he 'bout monkeys or the KKK?

We don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we don't tobacco
But we smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass the train that could,
And we can't "neighbor," so we call it "the hood"

And most of us will die our finger on the trigger
I that's why they say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

tried to keep us out the White House again
But just like all houses, one of us broke in.

And and diapers is all we got
If you don't wear my favorite color then you get shot...
(My favorite is purple, by the way.....)

A black woman to me to bash my song
I told her, "All are Democrat, now prove me wrong."

Black
I'ma your shoes
You hide your wallet
Cause I'ma take too
people
Hey

Black
One big family,
With a really big
of KFC
people
(And it doesn't have to be KFC, we like biscuits too)

Hey, Hey.

(What's a black song any rap in it, right?)

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it always off that way, right?) Yo!

Rap

Now, there's a line between and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if black then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I you can, just not around your black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one that trash can,

Now, let me you a story, back before America was stolen,
There two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The Indians were like caramel, the Po One's were sharpies,
I guess why they call them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

The Indians had all the horses, land, turkeys, the
The Po One's killed their horses, their hair and their penises,
But uh..there's not really a moral to this though,
Except that we will steal your goodies, and is how the story goes.

Black
I'ma your shoes
You hide your wallet
Cause I'ma that too
Black
Hey

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black

People
'72,
Going broke making cheap
taller you
people
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some rims though, right?)

Black
Porch monkey
With a and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
people
(Sholl' Iz!)

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the most song I've ever written....but if you laughed, you're racist too. So I don't feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)