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 favorite of people.
You know... the ones that... you know, when you're standing next to them, and all of a sudden it dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

people
I'ma steal shoes
You hide your wallet
Cause I'ma take 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 Juan
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 don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we don't chew
But we will smoke
Puff, puff, pass like the train 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 keep us out the House again
But just all white houses, one of us broke in.

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

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

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

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

Hey, Hey.

(What's a black song any rap in it, right?)

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it always off that way, right?) Yo!

Rap

Now, there's a line between 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, not around your 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 of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The Indians were like caramel, the Po One's were sharpies,
I guess why they call 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 moral to story though,
Except that we will steal goodies, and that is how the story goes.

Black
steal your shoes
You better your wallet
I'ma take that too
Black
Hey

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

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

people
Front monkey
a blunt 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, racist too. So I don't feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)