Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which just so to be my favorite kind of people.
You know... the ones that... you know, when 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, right? Yeah.

Black
I'ma steal shoes
You better hide your
Cause 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 talking 'bout monkeys or the

We get sunburnt, just ashy knees
And we don't chew
But we will weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we spell "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, weed smoking, 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 wear my color then you might get shot...
(My color is purple, by the way.....)

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

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

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black
(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 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 around black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that can,

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

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

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

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

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

Black
Front Porch
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 feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)