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 sweaty and of pushin'
Then the nut gushin'

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

One cell 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 nine

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

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

Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't
And you gon' never 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 sucker who didn't a fuck about me

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

Fuck that shit, I roam the
I'm sent 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, the boss
I'm out of and mad 'cause I lost
Now bein' on my own is a
So I the neighborhood jacker

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

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

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

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been replaced by street, turf and gang

Twenty-one now and in paid
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
'Til the ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

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

Sent to a concrete
Where all the go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do
Livin' in a by seven

Dear baby, your man's gettin' out
Of seein' young boys gettin' assholes torn out
And then he got shanked with a
And he was to get out soon

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

And it's me batty
'Cause my little boy is daddy
I'm ashamed but the is
I wish let me off on the mattress

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

He shit