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 friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

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

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
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 'bout monkeys or the

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

And most of us die with our finger on the trigger
I that's 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 House again
But just like all white houses, one of us in.

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

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

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

People
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
Black
(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, a line between discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if black then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, not around your black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, 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 them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

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

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

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

People
'72,
Going broke making cars
taller you
people
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do some nice rims though, right?)

people
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, not racist if I'm black.)