Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This is dedicated 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 best is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

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

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

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

We don't get sunburnt, ashy knees
And we don't tobacco
But we will weed
Puff, puff, pass 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 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 and diapers 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 came to me to bash my song
I told her, "All Blacks are Democrat, now me wrong."

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

People
One big family,
With a really big
of KFC
Black
(And it doesn't 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, there's a line between discriminating and not in different
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 around black friends,
get jumped by every 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 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 that we will steal your goodies, and is how the story goes.

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

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

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

Black
Porch monkey
With a and a banana,
"Ooo Aaa, Eee-eee!"
Black
(Sholl' Iz!)

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the most racist song I've 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.)