Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

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

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

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

I ran into an old amigo Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took that in a way
But was he talking monkeys or the KKK?

We don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we don't chew
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 with our on the trigger
I guess that's why they say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, Hey.

(What's a black without any rap in it, right?)

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

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

Rap

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

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

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

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

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

People
'72,
Going making cheap cars
than you
Black
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some nice though, right?)

Black
Front monkey
a blunt and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
Black
(Sholl' Iz!)

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the most racist song 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.)