Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

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

the matter 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 let's get a
I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets,
Lookin' through my high school
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took

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

Nobody don't
(No matter how 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 I'm being tested)
don't care
(Seems like my vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care

In the belly of the I'm bubblin' up
Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct
Old heads say live 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 what I know, I don't none
Look what the 80's did to us kids
And now we up, nobody 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 but keep the momoners irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to
Biblicle times good hearts with milita
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)
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 I'm being tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)

Nobody care
(No matter how hard I try 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 care
(Seems my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care