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 sweaty and lots of
the nut came 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 the finish line, young black male

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

Chillin' with my mother to me
And nuttin' but a stomach to me
From all 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
15th, it's 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 and talk and all that
They put me in school but it matter
I'm sittin' in history
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who give a fuck about me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I'm tryin' to go
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 nigga done caught a case
in the mess hall, sayin' my grace

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

Dear baby, your gettin' worn out
Of seein' young boys gettin' they assholes out
And then he got with a spoon
And he was to get out soon

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

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

Or should I hang from the top bunk
But that's out like a punk
My life is
But it ain't my fault 'cause I'm the motherfuckin'

He ain't