Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told 'cause I witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the
It was hot and sweaty and of pushin'
the nut came gushin'

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

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

Chillin' with my to guide me
And nuttin' but a to hide me
all that 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 there
June 15th, just my luck
In 1969, a nigga is the

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

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

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

Fuck that shit, I the hallways
I'm sent and I don't got all A's
A high dropout
My father had beef so I to knock pops 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

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

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

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

young men reject the traditional values
That are to their parents
Church, and family
Have been by street, turf and gang

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

So I'm tryin' to go
I'm with my momma, out on a date
'Til the punk ass cops ran my
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, your man's worn out
Of young boys gettin' they assholes torn 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 your grammar
You say I'm better off in the

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

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

He shit