Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

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

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

One cell made two and two cells 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 stomach to me
From all that worry and
Nine months later, I pull and kick

'Cause my time is up and I don't
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
They put me in but it don't matter
I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' 'bout a 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, to detention

Fuck that shit, I roam the
I'm home and I don't got all A's
A high school
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 bein' on my own is a
So I become the jacker

Gimme car, run your jewels
a livin', robbin' 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 wrong is said, the nigga 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 wanna in my motherfuckin' house

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been replaced by street, turf and gang

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

So I'm to go straight
I'm my baby's momma, out on a date
the punk ass cops ran my plate
Now I'm on a bus

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

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

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

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

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

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

He ain't