Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

I was told I didn't witness the whole act
In and out was the movement of the
It was hot and sweaty and lots of
Then the nut gushin'

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

One cell 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you gots to get a job
If you wanna stay in my house

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Have been replaced by street, turf and

Twenty-one now and in paid
Feelin' bad all the shit I pulled
On people 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 ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

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

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

Dear baby, your gettin' worn out
Of seein' young gettin' they assholes torn out
And then he got 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 me batty
'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 ain't my fault I'm the motherfuckin' product

He shit