Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

cotton
Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Class is in session the worst is the first question
Why do we like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but we slave Em and Andre

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

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

If not peace then at least get a piece
I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years

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

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

don't care
(Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm tested)
don't care
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

In the belly of the I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, about to destruct
Old heads say live life like such
Your sure to catch her one day boy
I wouldn't to 'em

Your power was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I go with what I know, I don't trust none
what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, nobody own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what owe me
I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the momoners
And we stop, it's cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with minds
Black cotton I'm hoppin' enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine, cotton

Nobody don't
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
Nobody care
(Seems my dreams drowned 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 don't
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)

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

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