Luyện nghe bài hát The Black People Song

This is dedicated to a certain kind of people.... Which 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.

people
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
Black
(Seriously, all of us are related)

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

We don't get sunburnt, ashy knees
And we don't chew
But we smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train could,
And we can't "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, melon sucking, fetus, weed smoking, long penis.... well, you get the picture.

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

And welfare and is all we got
If you don't wear my favorite color then you get shot...
(My favorite 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 steal your
You better your wallet
Cause take that too
people
Hey

Black
One big family,
a really big bucket
of KFC
Black
(And it doesn't 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 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 black then you're not racist,
I mean, well, I guess you can, just not around black friends,
You'll get by every 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 were like caramel, the Po One's were like sharpies,
I guess that's why they call them Pilgrims, and why they us Darkies.

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

Black
I'ma steal your
You hide 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
than you
Black
(Ok, you gotta admit... we do have some rims though, right?)

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