Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told 'cause I didn't the whole act
In and out was the movement of the
It was hot and and lots of pushin'
the nut came gushin'

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

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

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

'Cause my is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm there
June 15th, it's my luck
In 1969, a is the product

Ghetto ass nigga, you shit
And you ain't gon' be shit

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

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

Fuck that shit, I roam the
I'm sent and I don't got all A's
A school dropout
My father had beef so I tried to knock out

But I got tossed, he's the
I'm out of there and mad I lost
Now on my own is a factor
So I become the jacker

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

So what's fate?
Am I the you love or the one you love to hate?
The wrong is said, the nigga fled
I pump lead, now he's in a of red
And if you got a buck, you're out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'

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

Many young men reject the values
That are important to parents
Church, and family
Have been replaced by street, and gang

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

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

Oh, the young done caught a case
Sittin' in the hall, sayin' my grace

Sent to a hoe-house
all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I do eleven
Livin' in a five by

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

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

And drivin' me batty
'Cause my little boy is missin'
I'm but the fact is
I pops let me off on the mattress

Or should I just hang the top bunk
But goin' out like a punk
My life is
But it ain't my fault I'm the motherfuckin' product

He ain't