Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

that then 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 phony and positive but why be

What's the G? Black cat got your tongue
Fat track sprung now your hung, do ya feel 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 of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the as the years took

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

Nobody care
(No how hard I try look 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 like I'm tested)
Nobody care
(Seems like my prayers to thin air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody don't

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

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

Black cotton, I'm on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit shacklin' 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 hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny, mind the glove no

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

Nobody don't
(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 like my vanish 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 my dreams 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 prayers vanish to air)
(Please my questions)
Nobody care