Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my
Class is in session the worst question is the first
Why do we work slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
got paid but still we slave Em and Andre

Answer that then answer too
Loves gonna get ya you know it's life's 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? cat got your tongue
Fat track gotcha now your hung, do ya feel me?
Dum dum is it me?
to reach each and every brother on the streets

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

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

Nobody don't
(No how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
don't care
(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

In the of the beast I'm bubblin' up
out of luck, about to self destruct
Old heads say live 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 what I know, I don't trust none
Look what the did to us baby kids
And now we grown up, ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on 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 Ridas

the reward for a strugala
If the lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cocked like gloves
If you ain't got a penny, 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' they givin' me mine, black cotton

Nobody don't
(No how hard 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)

Nobody care
(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)

Nobody 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)

Nobody care
(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 don't