Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cotton

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

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

that then answer this 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 and positive but why be negative?

What's the 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 brother on the streets

If not peace at least let's get a piece
I'm tired of bodies on the streets, deceased
through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the took

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

don't care
(No matter how I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody 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 to thin air)
(Please my questions)
don't care

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

power movement 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 baby
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 momoners
And we stop, it's cutains, you try to rise
And we survive with Outlaw Ridas

the reward for a strugala
If the Lord lovin' us then why they to see us comin' 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 milita minds
Black I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine, cotton

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)

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

don't care
(No matter how 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)

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