Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

Answer that then answer too
Loves gonna get ya you know it's 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 your hung, do ya me?
Dum dum is it me?
to reach each and every brother on the streets

If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of seein' on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my high yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

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

don't care
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't
(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 prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

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

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

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

the reward 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, mind the glove no

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

Nobody 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)

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

Nobody don't
(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)
Nobody care