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 and lots of pushin'
Then the nut came

And it was hell tryin' to bail to the
With but the Lord lookin' over me
I was with a tail
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 I'ma be on lockdown, for nine

Chillin' with my mother to me
And but a stomach to hide me
From all that 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 is the product

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

I learned how to walk and and all that
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 know Uncle Sam is a motherfuckin'
So I payin' attention
Ice Cube, headed, straight to

Fuck that shit, I roam the
I'm home and I don't got all A's
A high school
My father had beef so I 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

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

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

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

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

Twenty-one now and in full
Feelin' bad from all the shit I
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 nigga done caught a case
Sittin' in the mess hall, my grace

Sent to a concrete
Where all the products go, no
Yo momma, I gotta do
in a five by seven

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

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

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

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

He ain't