Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which just so happens to be my 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 your shoes
You better your wallet
I'ma take that too
Black
Hey

people
One big family,
With a really big
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 in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout or the KKK?

We get sunburnt, just ashy knees
And we don't tobacco
But we will weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we spell "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 just a 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 House
But just like all houses, one of us broke in.

And welfare and is all we got
If you don't wear my color 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 are Democrat, now prove me wrong."

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

People
One big family,
With a big bucket
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 starts off that way, right?) Yo!

Rap

Now, there's a line discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N-word, but if you're then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I you can, just not around your black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, the one behind that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, back 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 call 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.

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

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

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

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

Hey, Hey!

(This is probably the 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 racist if I'm black.)