Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which just so 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 what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

people
I'ma steal shoes
You hide your wallet
Cause I'ma that too
Black
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" we both hang from trees
Now I, I took that in a joking way
But was he 'bout monkeys or the KKK?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
people
(And it have to be KFC, we like Popeye's biscuits too)

Hey, Hey.

(What's a song without any rap in it, right?)

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it always 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 you can, just 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, before America was stolen,
There 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 them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

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

Black
I'ma steal your
You hide your wallet
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?)

Black
Front monkey
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 feel so bad. Besides, not racist if I'm black.)