Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is to a certain 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 gets dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, Yeah.

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

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

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

We don't get sunburnt, ashy knees
And we don't tobacco
But we will weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we can't spell "neighbor," so we it "the hood"

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

They tried to keep us out the White again
But like all white 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 color is purple, by the way.....)

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

Black
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
(And it doesn't have to be KFC, we Popeye's 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 discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if you're black you're not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, just not your black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, back before was stolen,
were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The Indians were like caramel, the Po One's like sharpies,
I guess that's why 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, took hair and their penises,
But uh..there's not really a moral to story though,
Except that we will steal your goodies, and is how the story goes.

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

People
One big family,
With a really big
of KFC
people

Black
'72,
Going broke making cheap
taller you
Black
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some rims 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 I've ever written....but if you laughed, you're racist too. So I don't feel so bad. Besides, it's not if I'm black.)