Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a kind of people.... Which just so happens to be my favorite kind of people.
You know... the 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 what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

people
I'ma steal your
You better hide your
Cause I'ma 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 named Juan
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout or the KKK?

We don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we chew tobacco
But we will weed
Puff, puff, pass like the that could,
And we spell "neighbor," so we call it "the hood"

And most of us will die our finger 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 us out the White House again
But just like all houses, one of us broke in.

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

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

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

Black
One big family,
With a really big
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 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 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 that can,

Now, let me tell you a story, back America was stolen,
There were two tribes of black people, the 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 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 this though,
Except that we will steal your goodies, and is how the story goes.

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

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

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

people
Front Porch
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.)