Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton, black
A symbol for struggle
Time for a gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is,
Robbin's black cotton in eyes, speak

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody don't
(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)

Nobody 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, to self destruct
Old heads say your life 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 kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

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

What's the reward for a
If the Lord lovin' us then why they to see us comin' up
up, gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you got a penny, mind the glove no love

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

don't care
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask God why)
don't care
(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 don't
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody care
(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)

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