Luyện nghe bài hát The Product

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

And it was tryin' to bail to the ovary
With nuttin' but the Lord lookin' me
I was white with a
But when I the finish line, young 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 months

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

my time is up and I don't care
With one big push, I'm outta
June 15th, just 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
They put me in school but it matter
'Cause I'm sittin' in
Learnin' 'bout a sucker who 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

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

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

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

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

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

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been replaced by street, turf and gang

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

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

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

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

Dear baby, your man's 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?
a young black life means nothin'
Just because I didn't want to learn 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 wish pops let me off on the

Or I just hang from the top bunk
But goin' out like a punk
My life is
But it ain't my fault 'cause I'm the product

He ain't