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 dark... I mean, you know your best friend is... you know what I'm saying, right? Yeah.

Black
I'ma steal your
You better hide your
Cause take that 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 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, ashy knees
And we chew tobacco
But we smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass the train that 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, sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, Hey.

(What's a black 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 then not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, not around your black friends,
get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that trash can,

Now, let me tell you a story, back America was stolen,
There were two tribes of black people, the and the Po' Ones,
The were 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 their hair and penises,
But uh..there's not really a moral to story though,
Except that we will steal your goodies, and is how the story goes.

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

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black

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

people
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 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.)