Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, black
A for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel
Ghetto gospel that is,
Robbin's black in God's eyes, speak

cotton
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
is in session the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

Answer then answer this too
Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true
You best to and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be

What's the matter G? Black cat got tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung, do ya feel me?
Dum dum is it me?
Attempt to reach and every brother on the streets

If not then at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets,
through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years

One homie, two homie, homies, poof
We used to troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come the misbegotten
ghetto souls of black cotton in God's eyes

Nobody care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody care
(Seems my dreams drowned in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the belly of the beast I'm up
Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say your life like such
Your to catch her witcha one day boy
I listen to 'em

Your power was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with I know, I don't trust none
what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And certainly we survive with Ridas

What's the for a strugala
If the Lord us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked like gloves
If you ain't got a penny, the glove no love

Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times hearts with milita minds
Black cotton I'm hoppin' enemy lines
Black cotton I stoppin' till they givin' me mine, black cotton

Nobody care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody care
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my dreams in by screams)
(No to my questions)

Nobody don't
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
don't care
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care