Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... 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.

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

Black
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
people
(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 that in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout or the KKK?

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

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

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

And welfare and is all we got
If you wear my favorite color then you might get shot...
(My color is purple, by the way.....)

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

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

People
One big family,
With a really big
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 starts off 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 black 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 behind trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, before America was stolen,
were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The were 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 their horses, took their hair and penises,
But uh..there's not really a to this story though,
Except that we steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes.

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

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

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

people
Front monkey
With a 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.)