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 of pushin'
the nut came gushin'

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

One cell made two and two cells 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 but a stomach to hide me
From all that and bullshit
Nine months later, I pull and kick

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

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

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

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

that shit, I roam the hallways
I'm home and I don't got all A's
A school dropout
My father had so I tried to knock pops out

But I got tossed, he's the
I'm out of there and mad 'cause I
Now on my own is a factor
So I become the jacker

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

So what's your
Am I the nigga you love or the one you love to
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 motherfuckin'

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

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

Twenty-one now and in full
bad from all the shit I pulled
On people 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
'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 products go, no
Yo momma, I do eleven
in a five 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 'sposed to get out

Is it my fault, he was in production?
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 me batty
'Cause my little boy is missin'
I'm ashamed but the is
I wish pops let me off on the

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 ain't