Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which 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 what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

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

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

I ran into an old amigo Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both hang trees
Now I, I kinda that 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 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 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.

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

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

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

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

Black
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
people
(And it have to be KFC, we like Popeye's biscuits 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, there's a between discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if you're black then not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, just not your black friends,
get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, 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 like sharpies,
I that's why they call them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

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

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

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

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

people
Front monkey
With a and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
people
(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 so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)