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 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 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 an old amigo named Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both hang from
Now I, I kinda took in a joking way
But was he talking monkeys or the KKK?

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

And most of us will die with our finger on the
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 and diapers is all we got
If you don't wear my favorite color then you get shot...
(My color is purple, by the way.....)

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

Black
I'ma steal 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 doesn't 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 starts off that way, right?) Yo!

Rap

Now, there's a line between discriminating and not in different
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 cousin, including the one behind that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, back before 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 Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies.

The had all the horses, land, turkeys, the geniuses
The Po One's killed their horses, took 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
I'ma steal your
You better hide wallet
I'ma take that too
Black
Hey

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

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

Black
Porch 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, racist too. So I don't feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)