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 steal your
You better hide wallet
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 Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both from trees
Now I, I kinda took in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout monkeys or the

We don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we chew tobacco
But we smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we can't spell "neighbor," so we 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, fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

And and diapers 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 came to me to bash my
I told her, "All Blacks are Democrat, now me wrong."

people
I'ma steal your
You better your wallet
I'ma take that 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, there's a between discriminating and not in different places
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,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind trash 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 were like caramel, the Po One's were sharpies,
I guess that's why they call them Pilgrims, and why call us Darkies.

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

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

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

People
'72,
Going broke making cars
taller you
people
(Ok, you admit... we do have 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 so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)