Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

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

And it was tryin' to bail to the ovary
With nuttin' but the lookin' over me
I was white with a
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 hunch that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck that shit, I 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 the neighborhood jacker

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

So your fate?
Am I the nigga you love or the one you to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the fled
I pump lead, now 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 young men the traditional values
That are important to their
Church, school and
Have been replaced by street, turf and

Twenty-one now and in full
Feelin' bad from all the I pulled
On people in the day
Plus, I got a baby on the way

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

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

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

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

Is it my fault, he was in production?
Where a young life means nothin'
Just because I didn't want to learn your
You say I'm off in the slammer

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

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

He ain't