Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told 'cause I witness the whole act
In and out was the of the bozack
It was hot and sweaty and lots of
Then the nut came

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

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

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

my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta
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 how to walk and talk and all that
put me in school but it don't matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who didn't a fuck about me

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

Fuck shit, I roam the hallways
I'm sent home and I got all A's
A school dropout
My father had beef so I to knock pops out

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

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

So your fate?
Am I the you love or the one you love to hate?
The wrong answer is said, the fled
I pump lead, now in a puddle 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 the traditional values
That are to their parents
Church, school and
Have been replaced by street, and gang

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

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

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

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

Dear baby, man's gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes out
And then he got shanked with a
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 better off in the

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

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

He ain't