Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

Black
Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's
Class is in session the question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' 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 a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and
Not to be phony and positive but why be

What's the matter G? Black cat got your
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 at least let's get a piece
I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my school yearbook
of the tears as the years took

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

don't care
(No matter how 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)

Nobody care
(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)
don't care

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

Your power movement was but it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know, I don't none
Look what the did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm on what they owe me
I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep the irkin'
And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise
And certainly we survive with Outlaw

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

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

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

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