Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told 'cause I didn't witness the act
In and out was the of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and of pushin'
Then the nut came

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

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

Chillin' with my mother to me
And but a stomach to hide me
all that 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, just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

Ghetto ass nigga, you shit
And you ain't never be shit

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

try to shape us
But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin'
So I stopped payin'
Ice Cube, headed, straight to

that 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 pops out

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

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

So what's fate?
Am I the nigga you love or the one you to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the fled
I pump lead, now he's in a 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 in my motherfuckin' house

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

now and in paid full
Feelin' bad from all the I pulled
On people in the day
Plus, I got a little on the way

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

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

Sent to a concrete
Where all the products go, no
Yo momma, I do eleven
Livin' in a five by

Dear baby, man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' boys 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 young black means nothin'
Just because I didn't want to learn grammar
You say I'm off in the slammer

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

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

He ain't