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 black cotton in God's eyes,

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

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

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 each and every on the streets

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

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

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
don't 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 like I'm tested)
Nobody don't
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

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

Your movement was cool but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go what I know, I don't trust none
Look 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 workin' without a profit they shacklin' all my
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 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 no love

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

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)

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

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