Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain 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 I'm saying, right? Yeah.

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

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

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

We get sunburnt, just ashy knees
And we don't chew
But we will smoke
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 guess that's why say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking, chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

And welfare and 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 woman came to me to my song
I her, "All Blacks are Democrat, now prove me wrong."

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

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

Hey, Hey.

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

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it starts 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 guess you can, just not your black friends,
You'll get jumped by cousin, including the one behind that trash can,

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

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

Black
steal your shoes
You better hide wallet
Cause take that too
people
Hey

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

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

Black
Front Porch
a blunt and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
Black
(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.)