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

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

I ran into an old named Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both from trees
Now I, I took that in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout monkeys or the

We don't get sunburnt, just knees
And we don't chew
But we smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass the train that could,
And we can't "neighbor," so we call 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, chicken eating, sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

And and diapers 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 came to me to my song
I told her, "All are Democrat, now prove me wrong."

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

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

Hey, Hey.

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

Now, let me tell you a story, before America was stolen,
There were two of black people, the Indians and the Po' Ones,
The were like caramel, the Po One's were like sharpies,
I guess that's why they 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 and their penises,
But uh..there's not a moral to this story though,
Except we will steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes.

people
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

Black
'72,
Going broke making cars
than you
Black
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some 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, you're racist too. So I feel so bad. Besides, it's not racist if I'm black.)