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 bail to the
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was with a tail
But when I the finish line, young black male

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

with my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a to hide me
all that worry and bullshit
Nine later, I elbow pull and kick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my motherfuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is it my fault, he was caught in
Where a young life means nothin'
Just because I didn't to learn your grammar
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 wish pops let me off on the

Or should I just from the top bunk
But goin' out like a punk
My is fucked
But it my fault 'cause I'm the motherfuckin' product

He shit