Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of
the nut came gushin'

And it was tryin' to bail to the ovary
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was white a tail
But when I reached the line, young black male

One cell two and two cells made fo'
And so on so now I'm a
Then I got a hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine

Chillin' with my to guide me
And nuttin' but a to hide me
From all worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow and kick

'Cause my time is up and I care
With one big push, I'm outta
June 15th, it's my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

Ghetto ass nigga, you shit
And you gon' never be shit

I learned how to walk and talk and all
They put me in but it don't matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in
'bout a sucker who didn't give a fuck about me

They try to us
But I know Uncle Sam is a rapist
So I payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, to detention

Fuck shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I got all A's
A high school
My father had beef so I tried to knock out

But I got tossed, the boss
I'm out of there and mad I lost
Now bein' on my own is a
So I become the neighborhood

Gimme your car, run your
a livin', robbin' fools
And if I let my nine out
You know, it'll make your hang out

So your fate?
Am I the nigga you love or the one you to hate?
The answer is said, the nigga fled
I lead, now he's in a puddle of red
And if you got a buck, shit out of luck
Stuck up by the product

Motherfucker you to get a job
If you wanna stay in my house

Many men reject the traditional values
That are to their parents
Church, school and
Have replaced by street, turf and gang

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all the shit I
On back in the day
Plus, I got a baby on the way

So I'm to go straight
I'm with my baby's momma, out on a
the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

Oh, the nigga done caught a case
in the mess hall, sayin' my grace

Sent to a hoe-house
Where all the products go, no
Yo momma, I gotta do
Livin' in a by seven

Dear baby, your man's gettin' out
Of young boys gettin' they assholes torn out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was 'sposed to get out

Is it my fault, he was in production?
Where a young black means nothin'
Just because I want to learn your grammar
You say I'm off in the slammer

And it's drivin' me
'Cause my little boy is daddy
I'm ashamed but the is
I wish let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang from the top
But that's goin' out like a
My is fucked
But it ain't my 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

He ain't