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 standing next to them, and all of a sudden it gets dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

Black
I'ma steal your
You better your wallet
Cause I'ma take 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 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 'bout monkeys or the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black
One big family,
With a big bucket
of KFC
people
(And it doesn't have to be KFC, we like biscuits too)

Hey, Hey.

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

Yo, It, Unh, Yo, Yo, Yo

(it starts 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 then not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, just not around your friends,
You'll get jumped by cousin, including 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 Indians were like caramel, the Po were like sharpies,
I guess why they call them Pilgrims, and why they 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 moral to this though,
Except that we steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes.

Black
I'ma steal your
You better your wallet
Cause take that too
people
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 the most 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.)