Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told 'cause I didn't the whole 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 bail to the
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was with 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 that I'ma be on lockdown, for nine months

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

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

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

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

They try to 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 home and I don't got all A's
A high dropout
My father had so I tried to knock 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

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

So what's fate?
Am I the nigga you or the one you love 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, you're out of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin'

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

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been replaced by street, turf and gang

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

So I'm to go straight
I'm with my momma, out on a date
'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

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

Dear baby, your gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' 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'
because I didn't want to learn your grammar
You say I'm better off in the

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

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

He shit