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

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

Black
One big family,
With a really big
of KFC
Black
(Seriously, all of us are related)

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

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

And most of us will die with our finger on the
I guess that's why 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 tried to keep us out the House again
But just like all white houses, one of us in.

And and diapers is all we got
If you wear my favorite color 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."

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

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black
(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 starts 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 then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I you can, just not around your black friends,
You'll get jumped by every cousin, the one behind that trash can,

Now, let me you a story, back before America was stolen,
There two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The Indians were like caramel, the Po One's were sharpies,
I guess that's why they call them Pilgrims, and why call us Darkies.

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

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

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

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

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